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Horror Tales Vol.1 #9 - Eerie Publications, November 1969. Cover art by Bill Alexander.
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Daniel Cohen - The Headless Roommate and other tales of terror - Bantam - 1984
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Başımdan geçen paranormal olay part1;
Geçen gün arkadaşla yemeye gittik bi esnaf lokantasıydı.Bende çok severim esnaf lokantalarını neyse işte buranın eti çok meşhur kanka adam çok güzel yapıyor dedi.Bende hadi yiyelim dedim ucuzdu da bi porsiyon 110 tl falandı.Neyse işte biraz bekledikten sonra yemek geldi bi tadına baktım.Yemeğin tadı değişikti ama aşırı lezzetli bi etti dedim bu acaba hangi et.Koyun değildi eminim dana falandır herhalde neyse işte biz yemeğimizi yerken bi kadın geldi.22-25 yaşlarında bişiydi sanırım.Burada çalışıyormuş arkaya geçti.Bazı konuşmalar duydum tam anlamadım dediklerini yemeği bitirdik işte hesabı falan ödeyip çıktık dükkandan.Yolda geçerken bi aile gördük kadın ağlıyordu sanırım oğlu kaybolmuş .Ordakilere sorduğumuzda çok bişi demediler.Bizde dedik sanırım bi yakını öldü başı sağolsun.Yolları ayırdığımızda yerde bi gazete gördüm.Genelde yerden gördüğüm şeyleri almam ama haber dikkatimi çekmişti
PART2 İÇİN REZ
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▶️ Horror Tales 03 (v1 #9) (1969)
Source: Internet Archive
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Cover design for one of my fav tales about haunted forests
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Forty Days of Frankenstein, Day Eight: So, back in the olden days (1966-1981) there was Eerie Publications, a downscale, cheapjack imitator of Warren Publishing (the company that actually put out Eerie Magazine; it’s very confusing). Eerie Publications invariably featured these lurid, swirling, come-on covers that usually had very little to do with the actual black-and-white comic stories inside. In 1970, along came issue no. 5 of volume 2 of a magazine called “Horror Tales,” cover dated for September. The typically feverish cover featured this overwrought Frankenstein figure, carrying off one of your standard, scantily clad damsels in distress. Sadly, there’s not a Frankenstein to be found anywhere inside the magazine, but the thing is, back then, they knew a Frankenstein on the cover would sell a book, even if there wasn’t one inside. Details worth mentioning are his red eyes and red talons, as well as his red hair (you don’t often get a ginger Frankenstein), the little zaps of electricity at his electrodes, and his pointy ears for some reason. The truth is, I’m not sure there’s actually a story that could live up to this image, but I would read the heck out of it if there were:
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Dracula by Bram Stoker
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/345
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Stoker, Bram, 1847-1912
TitleDracula
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PR: Language and Literatures: English literature
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Horror tales
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Epistolary fiction
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Gothic fiction
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Vampires -- Fiction
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Dracula, Count (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
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Transylvania (Romania) -- Fiction
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Whitby (England) -- Fiction
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EBook-No.345
Release Date Oct 1, 1995
Copyright Status Public domain in the USA.
#horror tales#dracula#dracula daily#project gutenberg#epistolary fiction#vampires#literature#transylvania#romania#gothic fiction
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Horror Tales: The Beggar
Announcement Trailer
Steam / X
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Levanna and her Ministers
De Quincey: Who are you, eternal entity?
Lachrymarum: I am she who weeps for new souls! My name is Lachrymarum, the Lady of Tears, and the eldest of the three Ministers of Levanna. Because of that, I am the one called Madonna.
De Quincey: If you are the first of three, then who is she?
Suspiriorum: I wear no diadems, scale no clouds, nor walk upon the winds. I am the second sister, the one with the power to breathe life. I am Mater Suspiriorum, the great Lady of Sighs.
De Quincey: Together you are two, and yet, you two remain incomplete. Where is the other piece?
Tenebrarum: Behold! We are complete! Three Moirae accompany Destiny; three Erinae avenge the honor of the gods in Greece, and three sisters follow Levanna, for I am the third. I am Mater Tenebrarum, the Lady of Darkness!
De Quincey: I see the truth of you — Tears, Sighs, and Darkness. May Levanna bless the newborns with all of your powers, then!
A small dialogue written based on the poet prose "Suspiria de Profundis" by English writter Thomas de Quincey!!
#histórias#contos#leitura#literature#fairy tales#romantismo#romanticism#philosophy#horror tales#horror art#trechos#poesia#poetry#dialogue ideas#diálogo
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VISCERAL SOUNDS
It’s dead. I hit it with my car.
The white rabbit lies on the asphalt, surrounded by its own black and crimson blood. I, standing in front of him, couldn't stop looking at him.
I have been hanging my head for several minutes and I didn't realize how much my neck had started to hurt. I just couldn't stop looking at it.
Suddenly terror gripped my mind. An illogical terror. I looked desperately everywhere. I felt a heavy presence around me.
My ears started ringing, non-stop. A low, vibrating sound that surrounded the road and the forest, as if it came from the depths of the earth.
Trrrrr, trrrrr, trrrrr.
I looked back at the rabbit. His bloodshot albino eyes stared blankly, but directly into me.
And the sound, the more I looked at the rabbit, the louder it got.
I shook my head. "I'm imagining things, I'm imagining things, I'm imagining things" I repeated to myself over and over again. “Calm down at once. You must go".
I took the shovel out of the trunk of my car, and with it, slumped the rabbit to the side of the road, under a fir tree.
I looked into the forest. Its inside was extremely dark. I felt like the darkness was inviting me.
“You're imagining things. Get in the car at once". And so I did. I walked along the asphalt road, surrounded by the forest of darkness.
I started driving. The clouds began turning black as if was going to rain. I kept my eyes straight ahead, down the endless highway. I felt that no other vehicles had passed for years.
And suddenly, that sound again.
Trrrrr, trrrrr, trrrrr.
My ears were ringing and started to burn. My vision clouded. "Get out of my head!" I yelled.
The sound wasn’t going away. It was getting louder every second. I can't stand the pain in my ears. The darkness invades me!
When I regained consciousness, I noticed the crumpled metal of my car, the broken glass, some pieces of glass on my body.
I felt strangely well. I felt light. But the air still felt dense.
Trrrrr, trrrrr, trrrrr.
The sound of the forest calls me. The darkness invades me and penetrates me. It can't be in my head. There is something in the forest calling for me.
I walked through the trees, into the forest. More, more inside. The darkness only increased. The irrational fear returned, and my heart was beating a thousand miles an hour.
Before I knew it I was running at full speed through the trees, deeper into the bowels of the forest, darker and darker, my sight more and more blackened, more and more lost in madness!
Then, a blinding light, honking, and tires screeching. A shocking rumble in my temple.
My head felt warm and I began to see red. The smell of iron filled the air. A man appeared, he stared at me. He kept looking at me and hanging his head more and more, as if he had no mind, as if time stopped for him.
And I, despite having died, could see through his empty soul.
~ THE END
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The Witch and the Werewolf
by Ezra Jackson ?
from Horror Tales Vol.2 #1, Eerie Publications, January 1970.
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#the witch and the werewolf#ezra jackson#horror tales#eerie publications#horror art#comic art#horror comics#full story
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#vintage pulp art#vintage pulp magazine#horror aesthetic#italian aesthetic#70's#70s#jacula#cover art#magazine#comics#comic#tales#horror tales#vintage illustration#vampire#grim reaper#death#dead#torture#spooky#apparition#Pulp Fiction#suspense#Pulp Magazine
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Here's one of the Grimm brothers' secret tales called:
Kids that play butcher.
One day a father of a family slaughtered a pig and his children stayed watching. Then in the afternoon they began to play, and one told the little brother: "You will be the pig and I will be the butcher," took a cutlass and put it in his neck.
The mother, who was bathing the last born in a tub upstairs, hearing the screams of the child ran she straight down, and seeing what had happened, she pulled the knife out of him, from his neck, but she, in a rage, thrust it into the heart of the child that had played the butcher.
She then she ran up to see what the baby was doing in the tub: in the meanwhile he drowned.
Such was then the anguish of the woman, that she hung herself.
So, when her husband came back from the field and had seen everything, a lot he was so saddened that shortly after he died.
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