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Penny In The Slot
When I was a kid they had these wonderful automata in the seaside amusement arcades. They were big, glass-fronted boxes with miniature tableaux inside- representing churchyards, haunted houses, Fotheringay castle or whatever- and you'd put your penny in the slot (an old penny about the size of a cartwheel) and the thing would spring to life- sheeted ghosts would emerge from graves, doors would fly open to reveal hideous apparitions, or the executioner's blade would fall and Mary Queen of Scots' head would flip off- on a curved steel rod painted red to represent the spurting blood. Oh, they were wonderful!
I had to screw up my courage to view them. Ghosts, skeletons, executions- this was seriously scary stuff.
I guess they dated from around the beginning of the last century- maybe they were even older. Come to think of it, they were almost certainly older than the peepshows (representing the next stage in technology) with their 20 seconds of Chaplin offcuts or their parade (now that was a formative experience) of Edwardian ladies with their tops off. All of them could have done with a lick of paint, but the drabness, the dustiness, the creakiness was part of the experience. Not only were they scary, they were venerably scary- like a story by Sheridan Le Fanu or M.R. James. And then they all disappeared- in a single season- to be replaced by those horrible, glitzy, greedy fruit machines. I missed them- and still miss them- terribly.
I expect most of them got trashed. Gambling machines turn up in auctions, but the penny-in-a slot automata almost never. It's as if they'd been wiped from the record.
I had to screw up my courage to view them. Ghosts, skeletons, executions- this was seriously scary stuff.
I guess they dated from around the beginning of the last century- maybe they were even older. Come to think of it, they were almost certainly older than the peepshows (representing the next stage in technology) with their 20 seconds of Chaplin offcuts or their parade (now that was a formative experience) of Edwardian ladies with their tops off. All of them could have done with a lick of paint, but the drabness, the dustiness, the creakiness was part of the experience. Not only were they scary, they were venerably scary- like a story by Sheridan Le Fanu or M.R. James. And then they all disappeared- in a single season- to be replaced by those horrible, glitzy, greedy fruit machines. I missed them- and still miss them- terribly.
I expect most of them got trashed. Gambling machines turn up in auctions, but the penny-in-a slot automata almost never. It's as if they'd been wiped from the record.
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Mind you I do remember those fortune telling machines. One of them issued me with a portrait of my future wife and, guess what, she looked just like Marilyn Monroe.
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It never had any of the features you're talking about for automata. Maybe the fortune telling machines, but most of it was benign and curious instead of scary.
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Creepy short stories I should hope.
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You know what toy always gave me the creeps? That damned monkey that you wind up and it 'plays' cymbals. I HATE that thing. And someone - Steven King, maybe?- wrote a story about one of those.
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Dolls can be creepy- and, of course, ventriloquist's dummies most of all.
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I didn't know there was a 'clown' phobia - I don't like clowns, even little clown 'statues'. They creep me right out.
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http://www.museumofamusements.co.uk/
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They sound like something out of Angela Carter. I hope they still exist somewhere.
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It seems there are still a few in museums- and one of the museums (pointed put to me by pondhopper) is just done the road from here. Yes!