Scared Me To Death

This will be short but sweet. 

My sister was a huge Michael Jackson fan, her and her friend, LaShanda, used to listen to the Thriller album over and over.  Thankfully, our townhouse was large enough that I could get far enough away and not have to listen.  (I, obviously, was NOT a fan.)

So... I had not really heard everything on it and went to bed one night and was awakened around 3 am by my little bedside radio to Vincent Price's voice.  I thought for sure I had died and went to hell.  It was dark, I couldn't see, all I heard was eerie music and the dude from "The House on Haunted Hill" talking from my nightstand about the "evil of the Thriller". I still hate that song.  At 14, I almost ran to my mom's room in a panicked terror that my radio and/or the radio station in Rochester had been taken over by demons from hell.

Yeah, that was lots of fun.