Possibly a confused consequence of an early horrified reading of the warlike and predatory Calormene warriors in CS Lewis’ hyperviolent and racist The Last Battle, Moonhowlers were yet another of my childhood night demons.
Already bloodthirsty and heavily armed, these shapeshifting hordes could be further enraged and physically transformed by the moon and were about to imminently ravage the Cornish landscape and populace, ending their gore-soaked festival of pain at my window. It hasn’t yet happened.