I love Tintin. All the graphic novels of Hergé are fantastic.
But my favorite will always be The Seven Crystal Balls.
The psychic/ethnographic menace at the onset exemplified in the mysterious affliction of the archaeologists and the crazy variety show at the Hippodrome with Mme. Yamilah and her fakir handler, the backstage confusion that ensues, the sudden summer storm and the mysterious intruder in the woods, all catalyzed by the fearful figure of the Inca mummy, Rascar Capac. The scene above, where he creeps into Tintin’s room at night has spooked me ever since first reading the story in fourth grade. My brother visited the Tintin museum in Denmark and brought me back this figurine: