The Devil.
The Devil was the great thing about growing up in the seventies, because everybody and their dog believed in him. I remember reading a comic book, (no idea what it was, wish to God I did know,) where the Devil was set free from Hell every night at Midnight, and allowed to walk the earth. When I was a kid, if I wasn't asleep by Midnight, or woke up 'round about that time, I played hell, trying to get back to sleep. When I was about twelve, I read "The Amityville Horror," (before that wretched movie came out,) and God help me, if I happened to wake up anywhere near 3:15 a.m.
"Race With The Devil," of course, scared the bejesus out of me when I first saw it. So did "The Devil's Rain". And, of course, the King of them all, "The Exorcist". Now, it seems, they're remaking "Race With The Devil". What I want to know is, Why bother? Nobody believes in The Devil anymore. Nobody's dog does, either. It's the internet age. All the lights have been turned on, and kept on. It's never dark anymore. When I was a kid, "The Omen" terrorized my whole continent into becoming born again Christians. Recently a near scene-by-scene remake was released, and not one person cared. Not one person.
I miss the '70s. I miss The Devil. It was terrifying, to have a monster under the bed, another in the closet, still another in the basement, and yet another, up in the attic.
But it was kind of flattering, too.
Terence