When I was growing up, my mother had an unhealthy obsession with all things Stephen King. In fairness, it was the 90's, so I'm pretty sure most of America had an unhealthy obsession with Stephen King.
Anywho, she owned probably every Stephen King book that had been published up to that point, and our walls were literally lined with shelves packed with VHS tapes that held every possible B-horror movie that's ever been made.
Yes, even Return of the Killer Tomatoes, the movie George Clooney wishes everyone would just forget ever existed, already.
