
the wolf with the red roses

Herbert von Krolock had nightmares about umbrellas for years after his unfortunate encounter with Professor Abronsius.

I am the Night!
This is not a romance.
Dear diary,
It is Day 103 in the service of Professor Abronsius. I’m quite convinced I am the only sane person left.
Love, Alfred
Hush little baby don’t say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It’s just the beast under your bed
In your closet in your head