Monster Friday: The Wolfman

When I was - lets say - around 12, I collected monster models by Aurora. I'd save up my allowance money and every month or so buy the next model. I wasn't particularly any good with gluing them together or painting them, but I had fun with it and that was the point. I remember my friend Carter Perry and I made a monster museum in my attic with the models and sundry other discovered artifacts (Dracula's cape, Mummy wrappings, and the like).

I grew up and left them in my room at my mom's house. But due to that house's previously discussed time-machine properties, they have survived the years. So I've recently brought them up to my house and will share one each week until you've seen the all.

I start off with The Wolfman. When I was a child

the wolfman scared the shit out of me. I'd leave my closet light on every night as protection against any werewolf attack. (The folks in the movies would have saved a lot on silver bullets if they'd've just checked with me -- closet light is all you need for werewolf deterrence.) All the other monsters seemed to have their preventions. Dracula: cross, garlic, also finds mirrors distasteful. Frankenstein: slow, just outrun him. Mummy: don't visit Cairo. But the Wolfman, you're screwed. I think I knew the closet light wouldn't help, I just wanted to be able to see him coming.

And just to note, this was Universal's The Wolfman and The Werewolf of London that affected me, not The Howling or any of the more recent versions.

Enjoy the photos. Next week? The Mummy.