As a small kid, some strange man on the street gave me a small cartoon booklet. Later in my life I deduced that he was a Jehovah's Witness. The cartoon was about a man who broke the heavenly rules (seven of them? I don't know) and in the end ended up into hell.

It was trippy, dark and scary as hell to a small kid, and made me afraid that I will end up in hell. Nowadays I know I am going to hell so I don't fret anymore. Gluttony, jealousy, anger, lust... yep yep yep, been there done that, many many times. Hopefully I can keep doing those also in hell.

Apart from that, I did read some of those weirdo horror cartoons as a kid. I don't recall what they were called in Finnish, but I presume they were just translated editions of Tales from the Crypt or such.

Oh right, and then there was that thick Japanese cartoon book which was my favorite. It had all kinds of different stories, both "kiddie like" with big eyes and stuff, and also seriously violent stuff, like that farmer boy who fought against some kind of back of wolves by swirling two kama (sickles with chains) weapons, slicing some wolf's stomach open etc.

I really liked the Japanese cartoons, including that wolfpack cartoon, even though I had absolutely no idea what was the story in them as I couldn't understand any Japanese. I have no idea how that book had ended up into our family anyway, none of us had ever gone farther than Sweden or Germany.