Keep in mind, the actual events took place in a bedroom and not a moonlit forest, the subject was a two-year old and not a 20-something guy, and instead of turning into a monster, he turned into a, uh, well, uh…let’s just say he didn’t have fur, a snout, or fangs. The rest of it though, spot on.

But even with all that roaring and screaming and gnashing of teeth, it wasn’t all that bad, because I knew this beast, instead of roaming the countryside looking for foolish stragglers to prey upon, would soon be hitting the hay. A long day with minimal nappings has a way of bringing out the scary.