That ain't him. He's much scarier looking than that. He lived in my closet between the ages of 3 and 8. My sister claims that I was screaming one night, saying that the Devil was in my room. She said my dad couldn't get the door open and that it was hot to the touch. I don't remember it, but I guess pop's shoulder prevailed because, here I be. Actually, my sister seems to remember a lot of things about our childhood very differently than me. . . .
Hey, lets make every Friday night "Scary Story Night." Bwahh!!