Some of you might remember last month I had a “Stupidest Killers Weekend” special... and by golly today’s post falls into that ridiculously entertaining category as well. See how much sympathy you can muster up for these two geniuses as they try to take advantage of – The Recluse!
From the May 1954 issue of Out of the Shadows #13
Witches, werewolves, vampires and ghouls are just a few
From the May 1954 issue of Out of the Shadows #13
COMING NEXT IN SEPTEMBER:
Strange Mysteries #9 in it’s ENTIRETY!
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As we wrap up the last day of August here at THOIA, we thank everyone again for their continued daily devotion, and in some cases, their continued contributions to the cause. Brian Hirsch for example started out as merely my favorite ebay seller of pre code comics, but over the last few years he’s become a good friend and one of my most popular donators of gruesome Golden Age goodies. Check my archives, some of the best stories I’ve ever posted here have come from him. Who could ever forget I MUST KILL!??!
Below we see Brian in his dank, dark dungeon. It’s a typical Saturday night in his doommain, sacrificing virgins and drinking their blood... and it is here he relaxes, head bowed, in morbid meditation, while casually burning the midnight fires to his Dark Lord, in eternal, evil servitude:
Below we see Brian in his dank, dark dungeon. It’s a typical Saturday night in his doommain, sacrificing virgins and drinking their blood... and it is here he relaxes, head bowed, in morbid meditation, while casually burning the midnight fires to his Dark Lord, in eternal, evil servitude:
But wait... something is wrong. One mispronounced word in the incantation has altered his nightly ritual, and thus called forth some-thing he had not bargained for! Something black and corrupt, brimming with endless, diabolical terror! It now crosses over into our realm, possessing his angelic son, enveloping the child’s flesh with something from not of this world! It’s… it’s… a THOIA shirt! AIEEEEEE!
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What once was dead is now alive
Spirits near and far, heed your Master’s call
And join me at THE HORRORS OF IT ALL
Get yourself ready and take a step inside
Get yourself ready and take a step inside
It will be painless, just like a swallow of cyanide
We are legion and always looking for a new friend
There’s a cemetery gathering that you just have to attend
Where skeletons can dance without any skin
Where skeletons can dance without any skin
And sinners are free to revel in their guiltless sin
Lost souls forever trapped between here and there
Are caught in a realm found in your worst nightmare
Inhuman screams come from a mother in unnatural childbirth
Inhuman screams come from a mother in unnatural childbirth
As a rotting zombie is spat forth from cursed earth
You might even catch a glimpse of an angel’s fall
Down here at THE HORRORS OF IT ALL
Where wrong is always right and the truth is full of lies
Where wrong is always right and the truth is full of lies
And the insane try to escape from a Hell of their own devise
An unholy place that reeks of charred flesh and brimstone
That will make every demon feel right at home
Blind eyes see all movement from behind the dead wood
Blind eyes see all movement from behind the dead wood
You can come alone but I don’t think that you should
Here awaits you all the things that go bump in the night
That suddenly disappear when you turn on a light
Witches, werewolves, vampires and ghouls are just a few
Of the inhabitants looking forward to meeting you
Out of the swamps many hideous creatures crawl
To greet you at THE HORRORS OF IT ALL
(Thanks again, Brian! ---Karswell)
(Thanks again, Brian! ---Karswell)
