A MONSTER SONG THAT CROSSED DECADES — AND STILL HAUNTS US TODAY. In 1962, Bobby “Boris” Pickett didn’t just release a novelty track — he unleashed a ritual. They say he recorded it in under an hour, with chains dragged across floors, a creaking coffin, and whispers from the grave. Modern radios still crackle when that melody surfaces — at Halloween parties, midnight mixes, or the dread-soaked silences between tracks. Some swear the original tape was banned in London because it was too morbid. But this isn’t just about a gimmick song. It’s about a man who was obsessed with monsters, horror films, and voices that echoed in darkness. Born in Somerville, he spent days auditioning in Hollywood, nights rehearsing with phantoms. Now decades later, the silence never lasts. Somewhere — maybe in your car, maybe in the shadows — you’ll catch that ghoulish echo. And in the hush that follows, you’ll wonder: what song truly lives between life and legend?
In the autumn of 1962, something strange crawled out of a Hollywood basement. It wasn’t a film, nor a headline…