At over seven feet tall, the old Monster Ghost was the Wilt Chamberlain of useless kid junk

This was apparently the child’s playroom equivalent of those giant inflatable stick-men you always see outside pennant-bedecked car dealerships. I’m guessing they weren’t exactly Alfred Pennyworth when it came to “obeying your commands.” The “durable polyethelene” kind of undercuts the “horrible and sinister” menace, too. (Unless you’re a radical environmentalist, living in a yurt and eating organic wheatgrass.) But maybe you could pair it with your fake vampire bat and have yourself a good old bad time.

And what the hell is the deal with the “Peeping Skeleton Hands”? What was going on back in the 1970s?