My Friend, the Wolfman

I suppose he shouldn't frighten me this far into adulthood -- I mean, c'mon, lookat'im ... he's just so darned cute! -- but from the moment I read this book from Crestwood House  ....

... as an imaginative kindergartner, I was, oh, shall we say, more than slightly freaked out by old furry face.  My dad gave me a silver (colored) pen to take to bed that night.

Because, unlike their vampiric brethren, a werewolf needs no invitation.

He can come bull his way through your bedroom wall any ... time ... he ... wants ... to.

In any incarnation, the Wolf Man still terrifies me.