What Messed Us Up, Part II: Return of the Messening

When I was little, I watched an afternoon showing of The Four Skulls of Jonathan Drake. My mother told me it was too scary for me, but I told her not to be silly. I had nightmares for a month.

I watched it as an adult and couldn't believe how boring it was. Here's the beginning of an online plot synopsis: "Jonathan Drake, while attending his brother's funeral, is shocked to find the head of the deceased is missing." Didn't I read a letter about that in "Dear Abby" last week?