The eternal return of the Ancient Mariner...or maybe he is the Ancient Mariner with the attitude of the boy in "Pickwick Papers" who liked "to make your flesh creep", with a bit of Japanese Demon in his DNA.
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fearful porpentine.
-Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5
For those who occasionally want to "Be that guy".