This will polish off Witches’ Tales Vol. 2 No. 4, August 1970. The art in this first horrible tale is by Chick Stone.Much like the lad of The Thing In The Cellar, I grew up in a house with an unfinished basement wherein bolted to the concrete floor squatted an oil burning furnace. The horrid thing made a sound – a dull roar with a deep, bass thrum - a steady breathing. It had a thick, glass viewport the size of a silver dollar which afforded a glimpse, like some cyclopsian eye, of the soul within. it shimmered with a yellowish light.Black sludge covered its iron legs which had, for reasons not immediately obvious, iron feet shaped like the paws of an animal. Sitting on the stairs, I often watched the bright, warm eye of the thing; which seemed to burn brighter under my observation. I had my suspicions.One evening I nervously spoke of my theories to my father. He smiled, eyed me carefully, and bowed low to rest a hand on my shoulder. Yes, he said, eyes locking mine, I had surmised correctly. The rotund, bloated furnace was indeed a minion of the King of Filth, Satan, who heated our home from the mighty bellows of his black lungs. Bright boy! Intelligent boy! Fear the basement! Well, imagine my relief! All was not the fever of my imagination. Good old Dad! The boy in our story, as we shall see, lacked the benefit of such parental guidance.
About The Dead Monsters issue Table of Contents says: ”Weird things do happen when two innocent people come face-to-face with the living dead! Gulp!” Well, that’s a rare moment of understatement for Eerie Pub., don’t you think? Art is by Oscar Fraga
Well. I'm certain I've overstayed my welcome. No one has to kick me in the ass, I'm outa here! Next up; Tales of Voodoo Vol. 6 No. 1!