Hear me! The time is neigh, brothers! A fresh sacrifice has been placed upon the stone. The stars have been blighted behind the black blanket of hell’s weather, and the lightening is nothing but the dome of Earth being set afire by demons! The thunder? Howls! Shall we begin? Then, let us open Horror Tales Vol. 2 No. 3, May 1970!Let's first consider the cover, wherein we find a comely lady staked and tethered to a rocky slab, her hair and eyes gone white with the insanity of terror - her scant, tight dress hardly there. Clearly, we have come upon the ancient punishment for lasciviousness; and (working our way backward) we find the imp vampire serving as executioner, administering the sweat beetles. Next we see the wolfish judge, looking sternly sage in the robes of his office. Finally, the husband Cyclops, his eye filled with the lust and sick hatred of the cuckold.
This first tale, “Monster’s Nightmare,” has the rank flavor of Lovecraft; as it places our sunny universe slipping and sliding next to dimensions of the black pit (the skin separating the two sometime thin as the slime of an oil bubble). The artwork is by Dick Ayers so, rest assured, the devil will have his due.
“Tombstone For A Ghoul” has the always-arresting artwork of Eerie Pub.’s artist of mystery, A. Reynoso. In the world of Reynoso, light does not shine down from the sky - but rather it rises up like a pale mist from the fetid earth; offering no warmth or hope.
Enough! I cry, enough! I am spent even if you are not (harlot!). Next? “Death Makes Three” and “Your Coffin is Waiting.” Until then, remember; always stir the bubbling cauldron counter-clockwise for full potency and less toil and trouble.