I’d like to say it’s very rare that something terrifies me, but unfortunately I’m petrified of pretty much everything. Most of the time I’m not even scared of something for a particular reason, everything just sort of creates an aura of warning for me. It’s because of this I created a sort of sliding scale for myself, which ranges from one to ten on my general agitation level.┬áTen is about two or three seconds away from spontaneous combustion, and a one is only ever a few seconds away from fleeing any given situation. In a world of fight or flight reflexes my relaxed state of being is essentially one of permanent “pre-flight”.

The reason I’m telling you this (or rather the reason I’ve written it down in hopes of you reading it) is that I just thought of you reading this (more so the comic this rambling is supposed to compliment) renders me in a state of sort of panic. I’m at a four, which is concerning considering a cat jumped out at me in the dark on the way to work this morning and only pushed me to a three. So why bother publishing a piece of work for people to see, and be scared about them reading it, if merely the thought of it is scary in itself?

Well if I’m being honest, I enjoy being scared. It’s just a part of my life. I grew up watching horror movies of all kinds – one of my earliest memories is of watching The Phantom of the Opera on VHS (the 1925 Lon Chaney one, not the 2004 Gerard Butler one with all the needless singing) over and over again, just waiting for that great reveal of Lon Chaney’s twisted mug. I loved it. and from then on I sort of fell in love with more horror – from The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari to Cannibal Holocaust, through Carrie and Killer Klowns from Outer Space. Ultimately I just realised I really enjoy these things – the things that go bump in the night, the things that make your spine crawl, and of course the things that may or may not live under your bed (his name is Geoffrey).

This is where Alfonso comes from. It’s not a world of rainbows and unicorns, but more world of unusual friends, creepy monsters, and of course three not quite so normal children. But it’s also about being a little bit weird ourselves, and having fun not just in spite of our weirdness but with our weirdness. So as our wonderful artist Charlie said “let’s make this for every child whose best friend was a monster”. It’s about Alfonso and his world of weird, horrible and sometimes even terrible things. And he loves it. I have to admit, even with a not insubstantial amount of anxiety, so do I.

We hope you might too.

And anyway if you don’t, what’s there to be scared of anyway?