flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Or watch high school girls sleep and draw them. Seriously, how does anyone not find that creepy?
Funny story, though — between being part Hungarian, having no surviving grandparents (for most of my youth, at least), and my father showing me way too many classic horror films as a child, I always thought of Bela Lugosi as something of a grandpa figure. Also, I was terrified that giant ants were going to take over the earth, enslave me, and force me to work in their underground sugar refinery, but that’s a story for another day.