Storytime! This was my mom's Victrola. It's an old-timey record player. She died recently and I decided I wanted to keep this. Recently I found a place for it in my house.
This old thing belonged to my uncle, my mother's eldest brother, before he passed away in the 1990s. My mom claimed it and I used to listen to old records on it when I was a teenager. There are heaps of records my uncle collected--primarily orchestral pieces, big band, swing, and of course polka. My favorite EXTREMELY CREEPY polka record was called the "Open the Door Polka." I listened to it multiple times with family and friends and wtf-ed over its weirdness. I even made a cassette-tape recording of it by holding my boom box up to the record. Because, ya know, we were very technologically advanced in those days.
I was just going through the records, finally incorporating them into storage spaces in my house (even bought a new shelf to put some of them on). As I leafed through them to try to find any order and find homes for orphaned records, I was hoping to come across my old fave "Open the Door Polka." Well, I found it.
IT'S BROKEN.
The record is cracked!!
I'm so disappointed. I wanted to listen to my old fave and be creeped out all over again.
Feel free to listen to it as there are certainly surviving recordings. CW: Creepy man harassing and pressuring a woman to open her door to him.