The posts about the haunting in our house don’t come as frequently as they once did, I know, but things ebb and flow and mostly it’s been ebb… until recently.

We’ve been moving a lot of things around at our house as we get rid of a few things, and it seems almost like the activity, opening up new spaces… something has, not to sound ominous, awakened. Lately there’s been a little of this and a little of that. Going back to chapter 5 of this story I wrote about how we frequently get reminders in the form of electrical anomalies — Hey family, don’t forget about me. Recently though, I’ve been getting reminders in light and shadow.

I was a latecomer to the Pop Evil train, I admit. My friend Derek is a huge fan of the band and his enthusiasm helped me listen with unbiased ears not long ago. I liked what I heard, listened some more and realized I’ve been exposed to tons of Pop Evil’s music over the last decade through the radio and licensing deals for TV and movies. I was like, “Oh, I know this song. Wait, I know this one, too.” I just didn’t know Pop Evil was the artist. So I listened some more as a johnny-come-lately to the scene and realized all those songs I’d been hearing on the radio for years were from this one band… an amazing, diverse group of musicians from Michigan (with one notable recent addition, which we’ll get to) with solid musicianship and great songs — Trenches, Footsteps, and Waking Lions among them.

Now and then, when I’m reading something new, I say to myself “Holy cow! That should be a movie,” and then I usually add it to a list for some future day when I have time to blog about it. You can read the previous examples, 12 Real Stories Begging for Movie Treatment, and 9 More True Stories That Should Be Movies, or read on for these 7 stories, all prime candidates for the Hollywood treatment. Here are 7 more true stories that should be movies.

In 1915, a dozen eggs cost about 34 cents, a gallon of milk was 18 cents, and that pound of coffee you’d pay 8 to 10 dollars for today cost just 30 cents. Dedicated gas stations were a new phenomenon and gas was sold mostly as a side-business by drug stores. Canned beer had not yet been invented and the Star Spangled Banner had not yet been officially adopted as our national anthem. As different as life was in 1915, some things were much the same as today.

If you were to ask my mom when was the first moment she worried that I might be headed down the wrong path, maybe to a life of crime, she would have a couple events to choose from. She might tell you about the time in the summer before I entered 3rd grade when I decided to play with fire.

In the summer of 1957, a just-founded independent film company shot their first feature film in Chester County, Pennsylvania, in the small communities of Downingtown, Phoenixville, and several others. The movie was intended to be a low-budget scream feature to satisfy teenage drive-in audiences, and the title changed at various points in its development — it was originally to be known as The Molten Meteor, with the filmmakers later deciding The Glob would be a good title. Eventually it became the title most of us recognize today — The Blob.