When I was younger, I received a book of fairy tales. Think Brothers Grimm. I don't remember that the stories were particularly horrifying; on the contrary, they were probably dulled at the edges like most Grimm books for children are. But the book did eat at my psyche for a very specific reason.
Somewhere near the back of the book was the story of Pandora and her box of evils. I recall being a fan of Greek myth in my youth, and I don't really thing that the story itself had anything to do with the misgivings I had for the book, but you never know.
No, what had me truly spooked was the woodcarving image that was printed on the page near the pandora story. It depicted a little girl opening a box, from which many dark evils fled.
I could take the story just fine, but the picture, for whatever reason, I could not. The book remained shelved for the longest time, and these days, when I read fairy tales to Abby, I make sure that her Treasury of Children's Fairy Tales does not contain any frightening woodcuts of little girls releasing plagues on humanity.
I think I married Pandora and her box of evils....
You know that you only get away with this because your wife doesn't use the computer. When she starts pressing the mouse, you're in for a whole new world of doom.