As many children before you, the sounds emanating from your closet had been a great source of terror. You had long since written of these fears as childish imaginings which filled dark, empty rooms with willful creatures. Now your own child speaks of the same happenings, though. With fear in her eyes, your daughter runs to you in the middle of the night. She shakes you awake, speaking of a horrid creature with an disturbingly familiar description.

You have to attend a dinner party for work. Unfortunately, you have no spouse to bring; only a hobgoblin.

I'd like to reserve number 44. The one about the incest.