Consider for your disapproval... Upon my 54th birthday, I received a parcel from my Brother. I eagerly opened the package to find the iconic Lost in Space 'B-9' robot, from the classic sci-fi space series. Standing at 11" tall, once a button on its side is pressed, its lights flash and it utters several familiar phrases- "Warning!..warning!!" "Danger!!" "That does not Compute", and a few others. I decided to leave it boxed and placed it with the rest of my collectibles of my boyhood memories...
...and then it started...
...about a year later, the lights started to randomly flash anywheres from 5 to 10 minutes automatically, with no button push assistance... occurring quite often! Thinking maybe it was an ominous signal that my brother was in trouble, I had contacted him to see if all was okay with him, in which we shared a laugh over my haunted B-9. So now I think that maybe the spirit of Bob May, the robot's operator, who passed a few years ago is reacting with the toy..I only know one thing for sure... if it begins to talk on its own as well, I'll CRAP MY PANTS!!!...
*Disclaimer: No button was pushed, crack pipes smoked or magic mushrooms consumed in the making of this video.
To this very day I STILL haven't gotten an answer about this strange mystery - with the possible exception of when Dan said earlier this month "I had nuthin' to do with that - that was all my mom!" ...But I felt compelled to at least convey this haunting to Dan, and perhaps put it all to rest when I wrote him the following...
Dan... I remember your mom had a really creepy basket of dolls that was just
sort of.... THERE.... in your living room....
There was NEVER any explanation for
it - just a large wicker basket with a heap of doll bodies piled up on top
of each other... mostly CLOWNS I believe. There was nothing to suggest
these dolls were on display as cherished collectibles or anything like that - as it was
just a ragged heap of doll bodies - some faced down, some peering out from
underneath others - some dolls were completely out of view altogether!
At closer inspection
(if you bothered to get close enough to look) you'd notice these dolls were less than perfect... they had cracks in their
faces, splits across their noses, tears and stains in their fabric - like
they were obtained from the bottom of Buffalo Bill's basement pit from that Silence Of The Lambs movie...
was worse is they were RIGHT THERE near the entrance way to "GREET YOU" when you came in - and GLARE at you when you left! Mind you, considering some of the other eye-catching oddities your mom had in her living room - like the paint-by-numbers and puzzle art she had hanging on the wall - this pile of dolls wasn't COMPLETELY out of place - but it did manage to jar your senses when you would stumble upon it - it was unsettling... this battered pile of doll bodies... it was as if one had stumbled upon a horrifying mass grave!!
Even your mother's bird that was in a cage just a few feet away knew something was wrong - the poor thing would hardly ever make a SOUND!! One can only imagine what that bird has seen - but dare not speak of... On one occasion I remember feeling particularly fearless as we were doing one of our music videos in your living room. I remember picking up one of them and wiggling it at the video camera. Remember that, Dan? If you need a visual to jog your memory, well, here it is...
Funny at the time? Well, maybe. But it was no laughing matter, Dan... It did, and still does give me the chills - and Joey won't even SPEAK of it. Lloyd claims to have not noticed, although I feel he is just burying it in his subliminal conscious - and Mark, well I haven't asked Mark yet, but I'm sure if I did it would make him ball up in a fetal position.
can tell me now, Dan... I mean, it's been YEARS - what's the story with that creepy
basket of dolls? WHY DAN? WHY WERE THEY THERE? FOR GOD'S SAKE DAN!!