Lets pull two more pints . . . er, I mean stories . . . from the still-warm and faintly twitching corpus maggotus of Tales From the Tomb Vol. 2 No. 5, October 1970. For our first story, “Call of the Monsters,” we find a failing writer on the absolute fringe of desperation. Scientists have speculated that we humans (for those non-human – or even diseased human – readers, I certainly don’t mean to insult by exclusion) use only 10% of our gray matter. If that be so, what horrors and glories might man render forth if our synapses fired at full voltage? What glowing slime might be summoned from the pit? What chaste angels from a clear and pearl-lit Heaven?And for you aspiring writers out there – sometimes writer’s block isn’t the worst thing that can happen - as this brief reading will reveal. Art in “Call of the Monsters” is by Walter Casadei.
“Frigid Fear” is a straight reprint from the Igor Shop . Table of Contents offers this Eerie Pub. spin: ”A grisly and special story of a horrible man and a scheming woman.” Hmmmm. Jeez, could you be a bit more specific? That summary will fit thousands of great tales in the Western canon (Genesis, Macbeth, and virtually every novel published by James M. Cain or Jim Thompson for a start).
Time to close up shop, my friends. Next up: “The Empty Coffin” and “Death Is No Stranger.” Until then, never fall asleep unless you know where all the exits are.