I'm writing a scaryish story at the moment. Well, I'm not writing it - I'm at that stuck stage when you're rather fed up with it, know something is missing and are flailing around firstly trying to make yourself do any work on it at all, and secondly trying to fix it but not knowing how to. And when I've been working on the same scary bit for a while, it doesn't look scary any more. So I started thinking about what scared me in books when I was small(er).
This was the scariest thing ever. This and the following couple of pictures in which all the evil intent in that look is put into action, and those two scary mouths full of teeth... The Tale of Mr Tod.
But it's a close-run thing, because there was also this, in a book my dad brought back from Russia in the 1960s. I studied that picture of how to recognise a wolf for hours. And every time I had to go out to get firewood I just knew there was going to be a wolf. Of course there was. In Hampshire.
Then there was the bit with the ghost in Heidi. And pretty much the whole of The Wolves of Willoughby Chase. And the tunnels in The Weirdstone of Brisingamen.
Which things scared you the most in books when you were small? (I notice mine have a lot of wolfy things.) Please tell me - I need to distil some scariness for this book.
Oh - late entry! That awful thumbsucking-excision picture in Struwwelpeter: