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Post by dem bones on Apr 20, 2022 16:45:38 GMT
Classic Horror Pulps: Volume 1: Gwandanaland Comics Horror Library #1 (Gwandanaland Comics , April 2022). Farnsworth Wright [ed.] - Weird Tales (Dec. 1928) Cover: Hugh RankinR. Jere Black, jnr. - Lyonesse (verse)
Seabury Quinn - The Chapel of Mystic Horror
Paul Ernst - Beyond Power of Man
George Fielding Eliot - The Copper Bowl
August W. Derleth - The Statement of Justin Parker
Joel Martin Nichols, jnr - The Isle of Lost Souls (Pt.1)
Stuart Strauss - The Soul Tube
C. T. Lanham - Promise for my Enemy (verse)
Henry S. Whitehead - Cult of the Skull
Donald Wandrei - Sonnets of the Midnight Hour #9. The Head (verse)
Frank Owen - The Tinkle of the Camel's Bell
Robert E. Howard - Easter Island (verse)
H. Warner Munn - The Werewolf's Daughter (conclusion)
Jack Snow - Poison
W. C. Morrow - The Monster Maker
Alvin F. Harlow - Folk used to Believe: Lilith
The EyrieSteve Farrelly [ed.] - Horror Stories (Sept. 1935) Cover: John Newton HowettHugh B. Cave - Death Calls from the Madhouse
Nat Schachner - City of the Scarlet Plague
Robert Sidney Bowen - The Living Flame
Arthur J. Burks - Satan's Lash
Raymond Whetstone - The Devil's Gift
Roger Howard Norton - Mother of Monsters
H. M. Appel [Wayne Rogers] - The Bath of Blood
Chamber of HorrorsBlurb: The debate over when the first horror story was written may never be resolved, but there's no doubt that it grabbed the imagination and the emotions of people everywhere, and in the early 20th Century the horror novel, short story, and serial, haunted bookstores and libraries across the world. It's human nature to want the thrills without the risk, and nothing provided that like a good ol' “Ghost Story” – or something like it. The pulps were a perfect vehicle for this genre, and for more than a hundred years there has been a market for a good scare. Gwandanaland Comics™ is committed to bringing you a massive collection of terror, horror, supernatural, bizarre, unusual, mysterious tales and downright scary stories! We start with two early horror pulp mags – WEIRD TALES Vol. 12 No. 6 (December 1928) and HORROR STORIES Vol. 2 No. 3 (September 1935). Been looking forward to this. Slight disappointment that the print job on the Weird Tales facsimile is faint, but the Horror Stories is lovely. Dire commentary to follow over coming days.
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Post by andydecker on Apr 20, 2022 21:22:40 GMT
Excellent line-up. Quinn, the infamous Fielding Eliot, Whitehead and Warner Munn in WT, Cave, Schachner and Rogers in Horror Stories. This should be fun.
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Post by dem bones on Apr 24, 2022 9:12:57 GMT
 Ralph Carlson : They where writhing, frightful monsters — which the world called Estrellita's children! Miss Dorothy Crayton arrives from New York to live with her uncle on Seven Mile Lane. After a nasty encounter with a man with a navy blue face, Dorothy arrives at a house on Seven Mile Lane. Perhaps she's not seen Uncle Carl Water in some time as the huge, black-bearded slobbering lecher who welcomes her inside comes as a shock. Water suggests they share a room as Bella the maid has yet to prepare hers - he takes it very badly when Dorothy refuses. Not to worry - he'll take a nightcap and burst in on her during the night! Meanwhile, a horse drawn hearse pulls up beneath Dorothy's window. The blue-faced man! And this time he's driven over his family! Is there no end to this night of horror? What can it all mean? What it means is that Dorothy has called at the wrong house. The fiend masquerading as her uncle is none other than ... Legros the missing circus owner, gone into hiding from vengeful progeny! It all began some decades ago when, informed that Estrellita the equestrienne, his lover and star performer, was with child, Legros strapped her inside a steel corset so she could continue performing throughout her pregnancy. So began a lucrative sideline providing monster babies for the freak show. Having finally caught up with him, Estrellita and the children - cone head, the man with the blue face, triangle skull, the human seal, an Indian (!), a hideously deformed Mister Man & co,- contrive an especially gruesome revenge. Ladies and gentlemen - meet 'the Bat Man'! de Maupassant's shocker of same title receives ultra sadistic Freaks-turned-up-to-eleven treatment. |
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Post by dem bones on Apr 25, 2022 17:58:46 GMT
 Jayem Wilcox: A hideous sacrifice was due to the Goddess Cybele - namesake of Earl Young's pretty bride! Masked, white robed Appalachian mountain folk revive human sacrifice to drive out a mining company. The mysterious High Priest nominates newly-wed Earl and Cybele Young for slaughter in the bull pit! Two old friends; Death Calls from the Madhouse was a personal holy grail from the moment I first set eyes on Howett's outrageous cover painting and Carlson's interior illustration in Peter Haining's Terror!. Love at first sight.  Ralph Carlson. Only the bleeding Death Woman, weirdest patient of all in that ghastly asylum, could tell to what horrible rendezvous Dr. Randall's lovely sweetheart had been summoned ... Ralph Carlson. The crazed self-torturers were preparing a blasphemous rite for their beautiful new victim, who waited, trembling, to share their unspeakable punishment! |
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Post by dem bones on Apr 26, 2022 7:58:46 GMT
 Ralph Carlson (?) : He made his last wish in fearful, numbing horror ..... Mark, an aspiring author, is certain he has a best-seller on his hands even though every publisher in the world disagrees. Curse this poverty! If God won't do anything for him, why not transfer his allegiance to Satan? A knock on the door. Enter a tall handsome stranger bearing a gift - a solid gold "wishing ring" with the biggest, blood-red ruby Mark has ever seen! The stranger grants him the usual. "There is, of course, a small debt you must pay on each wish ... but what you incur is insignificant in proportion to what you receive" assures the dubious benefactor, whereupon the story takes a suspenseful, and genuinely horrific turn for The Monkey's Paw - until author ruins all that good work by saddling story with the most unforgivable of cop out endings (you know the one).  Paul Orban: This issue, Madame Montespan's "blasphemous Black Mass of Horror." "A knife flashes, a small cry squeals forth from the mouth of the babe: it's red blood quickly fills the gleaming chalice, and a slinking priest hurries the body away to a crematory-oven. Then the pale skin of Louis' mistress is sprinkled scarlet with the blood from the chalice ...." |
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Post by cauldronbrewer on Apr 27, 2022 0:06:23 GMT
Ralph Carlson H. M. Appel [Wayne Rogers] - The Bath of Blood: A hideous sacrifice was due to the Goddess Cybele - namesake of Earl Young's pretty bride! Masked, white robed Appalachian mountain folk revive human sacrifice to drive out a mining company. The mysterious High Priest nominates newly-wed Earl and Cybele Young for slaughter in the bull pit! This sounds like a good fit for the Appalachian & Southern horror thread. Not sure who we're supposed to root for here between the masked, white robed folk (bad, bad connotations for that look in the South, even leaving the human sacrifice aside) and the mining company (a notoriously awful industry, and probably not too popular among the shudder pulp readership). |
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Post by dem bones on Apr 27, 2022 18:21:43 GMT
This sounds like a good fit for the Appalachian & Southern horror thread. Not sure who we're supposed to root for here between the masked, white robed folk (bad, bad connotations for that look in the South, even leaving the human sacrifice aside) and the mining company (a notoriously awful industry, and probably not too popular among the shudder pulp readership). I thought of you as I was reading it! I think the author's sympathies lean toward the Mountain folk, exploited by both the mining co and their 'High Priest' (the he-who-stands-to-gain of the piece; that's not even a spoiler. You guess the culprit the moment he's introduced).  Ralph Carlson: Bullets would not stop that berserk horror-beast of crackling flame which would eventually sear Beth Stuyvesent and Garry Colgan with its hideous deathrays"Looks like he'd run his face into a meat chopper. Never saw anything like it before. Know anything about him .... what he does? Some kind of scientist, ain't he?" "Yes. He was doing cosmic ray research work. Just what, I don't know ..." The corpse with the flame grilled face belongs to Prof. Stuyvesant, benign boffin, who devoted his life to the manufacture of a renewable energy generator for the benefit of humanity. Comes as no surprise that certain trusted colleagues would prefer to cash in on the discovery - but how to persuade the old fool to sign off the patent? Their death threats to no avail, the treacherous two up the ante, their meddling unleashing "a wavering mass of hissing blue flame in the shape of a four-footed beast." Meanwhile, ace reporter Garry Colgan is on a drunk having been thrown over by the professor's peerless daughter, Beth, who has been persuaded to to wed Courtney Billings, the rich hot-shot young scientist. All paths lead to the house of horror! |
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Post by dem bones on Apr 30, 2022 9:35:22 GMT
 Ralph Carlson: ( Hungry and broke the wandering tramp was a ready dupe for the ghastly purpose of the pest-monsters who decoyed him into Dorothy's sinister house .... No sooner has rootless Gilbert Lawson arrived in the American Midwestern city than he is set upon by a shrouded, hooded mob, deliberately infected with "Hell's scarlet stigmata," and herded to the besieged home of Dr. Andrew Burgess and mandatory angelic daughter. What can it all mean? It transpires that Burgess had been in Nepal when the plague first hit and swiftly developed an antidote, only for his assistant, Enoch Soloway, to pilfer both the formula and every last sample of the precious solution. Now a mysterious third party has unleashed the deadly plague on the city. The wealthier citizens are offered the cure - in return for their entire fortunes! Pay up, or die a hideously deformed, shrivelled thing with five boils on your forehead! No point pretending that, even by shudder pulp standards, this novella makes little sense, but if it's a thrill ride you're after, Nat 'Mr Terror Tales' Schachner will see to it that you get one. |
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