The Cradle Demon (1978)
Mar 24, 2007 10:32:25 GMT -5
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R. Chetwynd-Hayes - The Cradle Demon & Other Stories Of Fantasy & Terror (William Kimber, 1978)
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"I still think it's the best" - RCH, 1990
Introduction: R. Chetwynd-Hayes
The Pimpkins
A Walk In The Country
The Brats
Why?
The Chair
My Very Best Friend
The Cradle Demon
Reflections
My Mother Married A Vampire
Mildred And Edwina
Tomorrow At Nine
The Creator
The Sloathes
My Mother Married A Vampire: Domestic bliss in the suburban household of the Count and Countess De Suc-Little and son Marvin is threatened by the unwelcome attentions of the blood squad, 'the Bleeney', led by an over-zealous Priest. Reverend Pickering nails his man, but the vampire Count has the last laugh. This one formed the basis for a 'comedy' episode in Milton Subotsky's The Monster Club.
The Cradle Demon: The Jones' toddler Adam attempts to rape Mavis, the pretty seventeen year old babysitter. Less jokey than usual, although he cheats a little with the introduction of a crippled niece who, conveniently, suffers from mental blocks and can't run. The baby is deliciously evil though.
Why?: a hyper-inquisitive little girl grills a gravedigger about the family who reside in the vault over yonder which, she tells him, happens to be her home. He relates a diluted history of the hundred years dead Henry and Elizabeth Hargraves, locally reputed to be ghouls. When her constant probing and gruesome descriptions of her mother's leprous condition gets too much, he threatens to smack her. She tells her mummy.
The Creator: "That goat was a good friend to me ..."
Unemployed Charlie puts the skills he's learned as an apprentice butcher and petrol pump attendant to good use when he decides to create a modern Frankenstein monster. He turfs his grandad out of his coffin on the eve of his funeral, decapitates a goat, pinches the wheels off a go-cart and, after much burning of the midnight oil, unleashes 'Oscar' on an unsuspecting Uncle George and Aunt Matilda ("It's all this television. Sets the young a bad example. What with Z Cars and that awful bald-headed man who will ruin his teeth with lollipops, it's a wonder we aren't all murdered in our beds.") .... whereupon RCH seems to have run out of ideas what to do with the story.
A Walk in The Country: Somewhere within a thirty mile radius of Faversham, long distance walker John Evert chances on a tiny village whose inhabitants - the usual motley crew of interbreds - dedicate their lives to gruesome botanical experiments. John is trapped in the sacred greenhouse amidst the misshapen but terribly familiar potted plants. One of them turns its crumpled face toward him: "Kill me. K...i ....l....l....l .... m...e ...e.... e ..."
My Very Best Friend: An orphan's progress. Following the death of his parents in a car accident, the narrator is shunted from puritanical relative to puritanical relative, his constant companion a beautiful woman that others sometimes sense and fear but only he can see. She acts as his Guardian Angel, a malevolent one at that, prone to playing cruel pranks but invaluable for settling scores and maiming school bullies. On the minus side she's fanatically possessive and won't have him lusting after pretty Josie Bakewell when his hormones start kicking in. At the close of his teens he wants rid of his dark benefactor and approaches Clapham's finest, Madam Orloff, Psychic Extraordinary (The Elemental, The Holstein Horror and Co.) to exorcise her. Now free to wed his childhood sweetheart, he gets Josie as far as the altar before the parson gets it into his head to give the ceremony a "forgive thy enemy" theme. Caught up in the moment, our man absolves his Fallen Angel who immediately marches down the aisle and karate chops his bride with the result that "I must be the only husband who was made a widower before the register was signed."
RCH confides that some of the non-supernatural content is autobiographical and, depending on which bits he's alluding too, his childhood probably wasn't a bed of roses.
The Chair: The narrator, one of RCH's least sympathetic, buys the antique from the proprietor of a second hand furniture shop who lets on that it "came from a house with an unfortunate history." Sure enough, hardly has he got the chair home than a beautiful woman materialises on the seat, beckoning to him from across the room. Our man, a misogynist, throws an ornament at her and she vanishes, but immediately he regrets his actions and wishes her back. Her reappearances are fleeting and drive him to distraction until he returns to the furniture salesman demanding to know who his ghost was. At the Twilight Home for Distressed Ladies, he learns the tragic history of Miss Emily and Mr. Ascot of Bedford Park, but a further horrible revelation awaits.
RCH ends this one on such an enjoyably melodramatic note it made me wonder if he'd imagined it as a shoe-in for another Subotsky anthology movie.
Mildred And Edwina: In many ways, Donald reflects, his wife Mildred is perfect - reasonable cook, grants him sexual favours once a week, quite content to while away her time nosing out the window or watching General Hospital. There's just one problem: she bores him stupid. Until, that is, she's hit by a bus and the blow to the skull unleashes her evil, sex-crazed alter-ego, Edwina Hyde!
The Pimpkins: Yet another confirmed bachelor comes to grief - this one virtually interchangeable with the 'hero' of The Chair with whom he shares certain traditionalist views, especially where women are concerned. Contrary to popular belief, clumsy people aren't accident prone, they're actually being persecuted by millions of minuscule "bouncing lumps of evil" whose existence is dedicated to rearranging household objects and bringing chaos and disorder to a previously smooth-running household. Mortimer Carstairs, a rich, 51-year old accountant bedridden following a near fatal struggle with pneumonia, realises this, but he has a hard time of it trying to convince his nurse, maid or anybody else. For reasons not explained, he christens this strange species the Pimpkins.
The Sloathes: Philip and Marjorie are delighted with their new home, Woodbine Cottage, but she will insist on him removing that ugly stone cross which disfigure the garden so. Philip resignedly breaks it up to use as a rockery, discovering too late that he's released the Sloathes - lethal, balloon-headed ghouls of immense strength - conjured forth by that old reprobate Baron Von Holstein (of The Holstein Horror disrepute). Philip destroys all but one of them ....
Really nasty ending sees Philip lose his sanity and turn on his wife, effectively sending her to her doom, and for once the absurdity of the monsters adds rather than detracts from the horror. The impression this left on me was of something M. R. James might sic up if he was suffering a severe attack of delirium tremens.
ionicus
"I still think it's the best" - RCH, 1990
Introduction: R. Chetwynd-Hayes
The Pimpkins
A Walk In The Country
The Brats
Why?
The Chair
My Very Best Friend
The Cradle Demon
Reflections
My Mother Married A Vampire
Mildred And Edwina
Tomorrow At Nine
The Creator
The Sloathes
My Mother Married A Vampire: Domestic bliss in the suburban household of the Count and Countess De Suc-Little and son Marvin is threatened by the unwelcome attentions of the blood squad, 'the Bleeney', led by an over-zealous Priest. Reverend Pickering nails his man, but the vampire Count has the last laugh. This one formed the basis for a 'comedy' episode in Milton Subotsky's The Monster Club.
The Cradle Demon: The Jones' toddler Adam attempts to rape Mavis, the pretty seventeen year old babysitter. Less jokey than usual, although he cheats a little with the introduction of a crippled niece who, conveniently, suffers from mental blocks and can't run. The baby is deliciously evil though.
Why?: a hyper-inquisitive little girl grills a gravedigger about the family who reside in the vault over yonder which, she tells him, happens to be her home. He relates a diluted history of the hundred years dead Henry and Elizabeth Hargraves, locally reputed to be ghouls. When her constant probing and gruesome descriptions of her mother's leprous condition gets too much, he threatens to smack her. She tells her mummy.
The Creator: "That goat was a good friend to me ..."
Unemployed Charlie puts the skills he's learned as an apprentice butcher and petrol pump attendant to good use when he decides to create a modern Frankenstein monster. He turfs his grandad out of his coffin on the eve of his funeral, decapitates a goat, pinches the wheels off a go-cart and, after much burning of the midnight oil, unleashes 'Oscar' on an unsuspecting Uncle George and Aunt Matilda ("It's all this television. Sets the young a bad example. What with Z Cars and that awful bald-headed man who will ruin his teeth with lollipops, it's a wonder we aren't all murdered in our beds.") .... whereupon RCH seems to have run out of ideas what to do with the story.
A Walk in The Country: Somewhere within a thirty mile radius of Faversham, long distance walker John Evert chances on a tiny village whose inhabitants - the usual motley crew of interbreds - dedicate their lives to gruesome botanical experiments. John is trapped in the sacred greenhouse amidst the misshapen but terribly familiar potted plants. One of them turns its crumpled face toward him: "Kill me. K...i ....l....l....l .... m...e ...e.... e ..."
My Very Best Friend: An orphan's progress. Following the death of his parents in a car accident, the narrator is shunted from puritanical relative to puritanical relative, his constant companion a beautiful woman that others sometimes sense and fear but only he can see. She acts as his Guardian Angel, a malevolent one at that, prone to playing cruel pranks but invaluable for settling scores and maiming school bullies. On the minus side she's fanatically possessive and won't have him lusting after pretty Josie Bakewell when his hormones start kicking in. At the close of his teens he wants rid of his dark benefactor and approaches Clapham's finest, Madam Orloff, Psychic Extraordinary (The Elemental, The Holstein Horror and Co.) to exorcise her. Now free to wed his childhood sweetheart, he gets Josie as far as the altar before the parson gets it into his head to give the ceremony a "forgive thy enemy" theme. Caught up in the moment, our man absolves his Fallen Angel who immediately marches down the aisle and karate chops his bride with the result that "I must be the only husband who was made a widower before the register was signed."
RCH confides that some of the non-supernatural content is autobiographical and, depending on which bits he's alluding too, his childhood probably wasn't a bed of roses.
The Chair: The narrator, one of RCH's least sympathetic, buys the antique from the proprietor of a second hand furniture shop who lets on that it "came from a house with an unfortunate history." Sure enough, hardly has he got the chair home than a beautiful woman materialises on the seat, beckoning to him from across the room. Our man, a misogynist, throws an ornament at her and she vanishes, but immediately he regrets his actions and wishes her back. Her reappearances are fleeting and drive him to distraction until he returns to the furniture salesman demanding to know who his ghost was. At the Twilight Home for Distressed Ladies, he learns the tragic history of Miss Emily and Mr. Ascot of Bedford Park, but a further horrible revelation awaits.
RCH ends this one on such an enjoyably melodramatic note it made me wonder if he'd imagined it as a shoe-in for another Subotsky anthology movie.
Mildred And Edwina: In many ways, Donald reflects, his wife Mildred is perfect - reasonable cook, grants him sexual favours once a week, quite content to while away her time nosing out the window or watching General Hospital. There's just one problem: she bores him stupid. Until, that is, she's hit by a bus and the blow to the skull unleashes her evil, sex-crazed alter-ego, Edwina Hyde!
The Pimpkins: Yet another confirmed bachelor comes to grief - this one virtually interchangeable with the 'hero' of The Chair with whom he shares certain traditionalist views, especially where women are concerned. Contrary to popular belief, clumsy people aren't accident prone, they're actually being persecuted by millions of minuscule "bouncing lumps of evil" whose existence is dedicated to rearranging household objects and bringing chaos and disorder to a previously smooth-running household. Mortimer Carstairs, a rich, 51-year old accountant bedridden following a near fatal struggle with pneumonia, realises this, but he has a hard time of it trying to convince his nurse, maid or anybody else. For reasons not explained, he christens this strange species the Pimpkins.
The Sloathes: Philip and Marjorie are delighted with their new home, Woodbine Cottage, but she will insist on him removing that ugly stone cross which disfigure the garden so. Philip resignedly breaks it up to use as a rockery, discovering too late that he's released the Sloathes - lethal, balloon-headed ghouls of immense strength - conjured forth by that old reprobate Baron Von Holstein (of The Holstein Horror disrepute). Philip destroys all but one of them ....
Really nasty ending sees Philip lose his sanity and turn on his wife, effectively sending her to her doom, and for once the absurdity of the monsters adds rather than detracts from the horror. The impression this left on me was of something M. R. James might sic up if he was suffering a severe attack of delirium tremens.