Sally Star was a good friend of my next door neighbors growing up. When I was a little tyke, Sally occasionally babysat for us when she was up from Philadelphia visiting. Her show was my favorite at the time and I always tried being on my best behavior for her. I recall thinking she looked so much different out of her cowboy suit and was quite a different person in person. One time she told us a story about banshees, and she was a great storyteller. I sat there terrified but kept this stupid smile on my face as I didn’t want her to think I was a wimp... and I was in the presence of greatness. To this day I can still envision the ghost like lady with a flowing white dress swaying in the wind, hovering over the old stone bridge, faint traces of far off lightning illuminating the countryside, waiting to trap small children wanting to cross at night. That night my parents had to deal with me screaming in my sleep from nightmares all night. The next day they told me... That’s it, NO MORE Sally Star!
Oh no! and parents wonder why kids don't tell them everything!