Remember when I said I hit the Lost Boys motherland on eBay? Here it is. When all was said and done I ended up with 47 different press photos and a total of 831 copies of the images. Of the 47 I was able to add 38 of them to my collection (this is including images I may already have but in different variations).
The lot is in fantastic condition, the images are great quality (for the time) and all of the copies are studio originals (meaning all 831 prints are studio-issued copies from 1986/1987 for original distribution to media outlets, not reprints from a home printer or something printed at a drug store). Because me and my money are tight, before I even started negotiating on this set I did the math. The individual images in my collection now average around $13 to $15 each that I acquired over time. Apply even the low amount to the 38 I didn’t have and watch your eyes big out. I paid half of that for this entire lot. No way I could pass it up.
And remember how I said it was something I was going to share? Well, with 831 copies they have to go somewhere! I do plan on selling some on eBay but I would like to give some away here too. I just need to work out the logistics of that before I move forward.
This was my first attempt at picspam so it’s not the greatest but it was the easiest way to get all of the photos into one post. I had to crop them down a little to fit but I’ll get the full scans up on Hotel Twilight soon enough. The scans themselves are a little lighter than the images but I chalk that up to me having set the scan at 200 dpi. It’s time for me to take a break from eBay after this. Buying, at least.
Edgar slid a stake out of Alan’s knapsack. The Frog Brothers exchanged a final nod. Edgar positioned the stake so that its point rested over the vampire’s heart.
He lifted his mallet back and drove it in with a single blow.
The vampire opened his mouth and screamed. His eyes were open too. Something poured out of the wound, something too thick and dark for blood. He kept on screaming. His scream would never end.
The vampire fell from the ceiling, hitting the cave floor with a sickening thud. The dark, thick slime gushed from around the stake, erupted from his mouth, his nose, his ears in great, bubbling gobs. The vampire’s skin cracked and fell away. Sam realized the thing was decomposing right in front of him.
There were other screams overhead, shrieks of anger rather than agony. The first vampire’s death howls had awakened the rest of them.
The two closest to the Frogs opened their eyes before the brothers could move.
The last vampire’s eyes opened and looked straight at Sam. Sam knew this guy! He was the gang leader, David.
And then Sam knew. The gang leader must be the vampire leader.
The vampire leader growled and showed his fangs. But when he spoke, it was with David’s voice.