by Tony Nigro
I love a scary movie as much as the next nerd who uses the word "superhero" in a URL -- maybe more. Interest in the genre began in my junior high years, the midst of the 1980s slasher franchise trend when Freddy and Jason ruled all and straight-to-video cheapies were bountiful. With that kind of training, I quickly overcame childhood fears and dove in for all the blood and guts I could. Then came Freddy's Nightmares.
A Nightmare on Elm Street spin-off, Freddy's Nightmares was an anthology series in the tradition of The Twilight Zone and the Tales from the Crypt comics. In place of Rod Serling or the Crypt Keeper stood Freddy Krueger, killer of children, offering witty asides and on occasion participating in the story. The show ran two seasons from 1988-1990, airing in Los Angeles in a late night slot on KHJ channel 9 (now KCAL). The stories were like TV for the blind, a show-and-tell Scooby-Doo approach that led you by the nose from shock to shock. The production value was as corny as Freddy's one-liners. And the show scared the crap out of me.
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