When I was around nine I remember two comedy shows – The Munsters and, The Addams Family. I just loved the mock goulisness. But it led to Bram Stoker’s classic Dracula, and then the movies. Who could forget Bela Lugosi in the 1931 film? But I think the classic would have to be, for me, Christopher Lee in the Hammer Film series, beginning in 1958 with Dracula. Lee was the archetypal ghoul, whose blood staianed fangs fired the imagination.
Some time ago when we were in Katherine Gorge we were treated to some live ghouls, Little Red Flying Foxes, or bats roosting in the Eucalypts. These were no vampires, rather just passive creatures resting in the trees, like fruit hanging from the branches. The ghoulishness of these bats is limited to the faeces they drop, and the fact that they can split a tree by their sheer weight in numbers.