Ghost writer show pbs last episode tv#

If it was 1995 I must have been 9, probably too old to want my parents in bed with me, yet I remember making my mom lay down next to me until I fell asleep. The night I saw that episode I couldn’t close my eyes without imagining Gooey Gus behind me. The last scene I remember is Gus somehow rowing a boat while his captor tried to chew herself free. He needed heat and water to survive, and the gang dangerously tracked him across the city, finding clues at steaming sewers and puddles. At one point, he steals some young girl and marches down the street with her in a red radio flyer. He had a deep, ugly laugh and looked like Alvin the chipmunk had a whole face of just the bad side of Two-Face. In Casey’s story, Gooey Gus comes to life after getting wet, and begins capturing members of the Ghostwriting squad, and wrapping them in gum cocoons. I recently discovered this was the last episode of the series, which makes a lot of sense given how strange it is. The mechanics of this immediately confused me, as the slime appeared to be too liquidy to solidify into gum, but the show was supposed to teach kids reading, not chemistry. It’s a purple monster that spits slime into your mouth which, if you chew it, turns to grape bubblegum. In the story, Casey receives a toy called Gooey Gus as a gift from her cousin Jamal. The episode that scared the living shit out of me was “Attack of the Slime Monster.” It’s a scary story told within the episode by Casey, who wants to submit it to an essay contest. Fun fact: the ghost was supposed to be a ghost of a runaway slave, whose soul was trapped in a book after he was killed.

It was a children’s show, in which a group of friends in Fort Greene, Brooklyn solve neighborhood mysteries with the help of the Ghostwriter, a spirit that can communicate by rearranging text found in books or on computers.

Ghost writer show pbs last episode tv#

If you’re unfamiliar, Ghostwriter was a TV show that ran on PBS from 1992-1995. It happened because of the show Ghostwriter. But to this day the one that stays with me the most is my first nightmare. There was the dream where the floor was covered in orange, living globs, or the dreams where I wake up with an orgasm, or the time I gave birth to a bouncing baby eggplant. There are dreams of mine that feel like true memories, where only years later did it dawn on me that the time I was a toddler trapped in a cardboard box and unable to scream for help from the shadowy figure wasn’t real. Recalling dreams has always come easily to me.