From the April 1952 issue of Web of Mystery #8







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On a more personal note, as a child I had reoccurring nightmares of headless mannequins coming to life and stalking me inside a dark and deserted department store after hours (sounds like The After Hours episode from Twilight Zone, doesn’t it?) I’m not exactly sure what they wanted from me, but being evil and headless I suppose one could make an educated guess...
Does anyone else have any good ‘n macabre mannequin memories they’d like to share?

















































