Duuuuuuudes, check it out:
Sorry for the poor quality - I was trying to get some pics quickly, before he stabbed me to death with his bloody horn.
It's hard to tell from the pics, but that horn is definitely not after-market or what remained after something else was broken off. The red color is original, too, and not the work of some emo kid with a Sharpie. You can click those pics to embiggen.
Here's a pic of something similar I found on Flickr*:
Who is this dude?!
Right now he's on my kitchen windowsill beneath the Cabinet Wall O' Religion. (Whole other post, right there.) But I would not be surprised if I woke up some morning to find him on my nightstand, peering up at me. **
*When I went to look it up again so I could credit the photog, I could no longer find it. Spoooky.
** ha ha, not really. Because then I would die of fright.
DISCLAIMER: This totally counts as this week's Freaky Friday. Shut it, Rob.