Driving through the town of Covina, Calif., circa 1960, you might have spotted seemingly healthy children in the distance playing on small lawns of modest homes. As you approached, you would have seen their wounds--the gashes in their faces and the bullet holes in the sides of their heads. And they would have kept on playing, oblivious to your horror.
You would not have entered the Twilight Zone. You would simply have caught young Rick Baker having fun. "I liked people to believe the makeup I did was real," recalls Baker, a horror-movie fan who at the age of 10 scrapped...
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