| I remember reading these as a young kid and being scared out of my mind. Without the great artwork, the effects would have been lessened. I can remember a night where I read one of these books, and preceded to spend the entire night frozen with fear staring at a dark corner of my room, convinced that the shadows my tonka trucks were making were some kind of demonic black cat. Far-fetched I know, but thinking back now, that was one of the worst nights of my life.
I remember the story for that picture above vividly. The girl woke up one morning with a welt on her face and over a stretch of time it got worse and worse until one day in the shower it burst, revealing itself to be spider eggs laid in her skin while she was asleep. | 