The C.H.U.D.s got my little brother!
True story. It was summer 1987, and one day, he just disappeared without a trace. I'm serious! My mom was frantic, my grandma called everyone she knew, the mailman was going out of his mind, our neighbors were on the lookout, my dad wrote from prison asking for updates . . . but I knew the truth. It was the C.H.U.D.s. They had gotten him.
While it's true that three days later he showed up again relatively unharmed, pale, dirty, thin, and blank-eyed, I stand fast by my belief that it was the C.H.U.D.s.
Either that or my uncle. He WAS something of a pervert.