To the editor:

The Midwest has lost a real fiend... err... uh... friend.

A single, deep bell sounds slowly...

A burning candle, placed on a skull, flickers in the breeze...

A coffin lid squeaks...

And then... you hear it! That deep, bass, ever-growing-sinister laugh.

If you grew up in the Ohio Valley, especially Southern Indiana, between 1962 and 1989, you knew what this meant. At some point in your youth you were probably glued to a local station every Friday beginning at 11 p.m. It wasn't for cartoons, music, or action. It was for Horror!

Sammy Terry and his "Nightmare Theatre" were on every Friday night. With his pet spider "George," Sammy would show us everything like the classics "Frankenstein," "Dracula," and "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" to the ridiculous like "I was a Teenage Frankenstein," "Dracula's Dog," and "The Abominable Dr. Phibes."

Mixed in with it all were the corny jokes, quick one-liners, the rocking chair, the hand-painted sets, and a never-ending parade of ghouls, ghosts, and monsters.

Once a week, Sammy would take us to another world where monsters roamed the moors, ghost's rattled down your hall, and aliens landed in your back yard. It was a simpler time. It was a younger time. And it was good, clean fun!

Sadly, Sammy Terry (a.k.a. Bob Carter) passed away Sunday at the age of 83 in Indianapolis. Even though we knew it wasn't likely, we always hoped that Sammy would return to the air. Now, we know he won't.

Sammy will be missed, and I will always cherish the memories. The only way I know how to close is with one final tribute to every Hoosier kids' "Ghoulfriend". The same way Sammy would say goodbye to us all every week-


Paul Hammond