Tuesday, September 8, 2020

Afraid!

I'm sure many of you will be able to relate to this next story, as the reason we all gruesomely gravitate to this bloody blog in the first place is because of our undying love and insatiable lust for reading tales of terror and the macabre. See if you don't recognize a little bit of your own spooky selves, as this one draws to its funny little fraidy-cat finale! From the February 1953 issue of Strange Tales #15.









Can't get enough of these Frankie stories lately, can we?



(Strange Tales #15 art excerpt by Bill Everett)

6 comments:

Glowworm said...

Aw! Does the poor Frankenstein's monster need a teddy bear?

JMR777 said...

The tale made me think of H P Lovecraft's 'The Outsider', which is quite fitting since monsters are outsiders themselves.

The human octopus, a horror tale in the making.

Guy Callaway said...

Sorry, but couldn't read it: too scared! ;)

Mr. Cavin said...

The tone of this thing was really great. Would have been perfect for the first night of October (and I may revisit it then). I mean, it's totally colored like candy corn half the time. I love it! Especially those panel in which the colors change around or to one side of the figure. The sequence of stairway images in the middle of page two are particularly cool. Spooky blue castle, but the places Frankie passes are Halloween orange. The center panel is like the Billie Jean video.

I certainly recognize the feeling of waiting till the house is quiet, making the roads, and then sitting in the LCD glow to read scary books or watch scary movies. But, uh, when the far off village clock tolls, it's usually already five am--I've barely gotten started by the witching hour.

Brian Barnes said...

Cute!

I like the cotton candy coloring in this. Page one is the red and blues of cotton candy, then the bright oranges on page 2, yellows take over page 3, and finally purples to red in page 4. It's hard to not think this wasn't planned, and its all the better for it.

The monsters at the bottom of page 3 are grand, especially the human octopus.

Bill the Butcher said...

Poor old Frankie, he could do with a nice little villain to dismember to calm him down.

This is a bit reminiscent of a Neil Gaiman story where the protagonist is an author trying to write a book set in his universe, filled with magic and demon lords and ghouls. In the end he gives it up as a bad job and turns to writing fantasy: stockbrokers and daily commutes and unhappy wives. Oh fie.