My mother used to tell me a story about an old man with red eyes, hairless, grey and wrinkly skin who had wings and ate children who stayed up past their bedtime by flying into their room and whisking them off to his lair. She then peppered it further by claiming this very man was the awoowo of one of my aunts who would visit us and it didn't help that this aunt had a very gloomy and dark house and I had it in my head that her demonic awoowo was hiding somewhere in her attic. Scary stuff. Dunno what hooyo was thinking.
