I was six and happened upon a book that taught you a spell that would turn you into a werewolf. I read the spell and was scared that I would say in my sleep, turn into a werewolf and kill my family. For a month, I checked my sheets every morning for blood or dirt.
Spirits from the deep
Who never sleep,
Be kind to me.
“Spirits from the grave
Without a soul to save,
Be kind to me.
“Spirits of the trees
That grow upon the leas,
Be kind to me.
“Spirits of the air,
Foul and black, not fair,
Be kind to me.
“Water spirits hateful,
To ships and bathers fateful,
Be kind to me.
“Spirits of earthbound dead
That glide with noiseless tread,
Be kind to me.
“Spirits of heat and fire,
Destructive in your ire,
Be kind to me.
“Spirits of cold and ice,
Patrons of crime and vice,
Be kind to me.
“Wolves, vampires, satyrs, ghosts!
Elect of all the devilish hosts!
I pray you send hither,
Send hither, send hither,
The great grey shape that makes men shiver!
Shiver, shiver, shiver!
Come! Come! Come!”