The very first version of Skunteglutten.
This little creature was
born in the attic of my childhood home, an old 2 room cottage. When I
refused to clean up, my mom would open the attic door and call for
Skunteglutten (or various other monsters, depending on the mood) to come
down and help her persuade me.
I was terrified, but I was also a
very stubborn kid with a vivid imagination. My mother used it for as
long as she could, which was a couple of months, until I worked up the
courage to go up in the attic to try to befriend all the monsters.
I
never did find Skunteglutten, but I imagined her to be something made
out of sot and old rags and stuff. She would be the friend who whispered
weird things to you, making you do stupid stuff. And her ears would be
soft to the touch and snuggable.