I've told my story before, but dammit, here it goes again:
It was the coldest day of the year, so my mom, my aunt and my cousins all piled in the car and drove from the farm to West Des Moines (where I live now coincidentally.) Mom had got me the Neutrona Blaster toy, so I had that with me as we went to the movie. Every time Vigo came on, I twirled it at the screen so he couldn't get me… didn't work for the impaled head scene though, which freaked me the f*** out. My cousin and I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of it, upon getting to the urinal, the type of cleaner they used looked exactly like the slime. Bug eyed, I ran back into the theater to my mom screaming, “IT'S REAL! IT'S REAL!”
Wow. Looking back on it, “Ghostbusters II” is kinda associated with some traumatic stuff. No wonder I turned out the way I did.
I also recall making my own Vigo painting on the back of a large sheet of paper which I taped to my toy room door for when my cousins and I played “big Ghostbusters”, which translated to using the guns and stuff and not the action figures.