re: Random Media from Childhood that Sparked Nightmares

When the music for the Wicked Witch came on—first heard when Mrs. Gulch was riding her bike—I’d have to sit on my mom’s lap. I also still vividly remember some Garbage Pail Kids cards, like the guy shaving some of his face off, maybe “Shavin’ Raymond.”
Finally, we weren’t allowed to see Nightmare on Elm Street but our video rental place and a life sized cardboard Freddy—that prompted a lot of night anxiety.