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Illustrated terror tales designed toplunge YOU into ultimate fright!!!

SOME OF yOU FRIENDLY FIENDIES TIRED OF YOUR PRESENT HUMDRUMEXISTENCE, LIKE A LITTLE CHANGE? THEN LET'S LOOK IN ON SOME AN-CIENT FEAR FORMULAS FOR BECOMING A WEREWOLF IN._

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It was widelybelieved in themiddle acesthat the devilhimself made&ifts of beltsor skins ofwolves to someof his followers...when worn,the owner wouldbe transformedinto a wolf withall its awesomepower and lusts.'

Ancient romans believed a werewolf was someonewho could turn his skin inside out. in human form,the suspected werewolf's fur. woulo be growinginward... final proof at many trials, consequently,involved partial skinning- of the accused/

Unwary innocents could be transformed into were-wolves BY PRINKING- WATER FROM THE FOOTPRINT OF AWEREWOLF, OR BY TASTING THE WATER OF A STREAM FROMWHICH A WEREWOLF HAD ALSO DRUNK... SOMETIMESTURNING- HUNTERS INTO THE VERY PREY THEY STALKED/

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PUBUSHER: James Warren ASSISTANT TO PUBLISHER: Richard Conway

EDITOR: Archie Goodwin COVER: Gray Morrow LETTERING: Ben Oda

STAFF ARTISTS: Dan Adkins, Eugene Colan, Johnny Craig, Reed Crandall, Steve Ditko,

Frank Frazetta, Jerry Grandenetti, Rocco Mastroserio, Gray Morrow, Joe Orlando, JohnSeverin, Angelo Torres, Alex Toth, Al Williamson, Wallace Wood

CONTENTSLOATHSOME LOSEBreathless browsing into lycan- Athropic legends

THE SQUAWBram Stoker's startling study of re- £:'

venge in a torture chamber

EARLY WARNINGCome to Starksburg, if you don't

mind a few angry citizens with a i Avampire problem 1

SCREAM TESTA girl reporter finds herself face- flfl

to-face with a scarey scoop fit*

MADNESS IN THE METHODHenry Belmond has a crazy plan to flfl

get away with murder H I

CREEPY FAN CLUBThe spook spotlight is on demon 5^1draftsman Angelo Torres »

FEAR IN STONEUncle Creepy chisels out a tale of Wfisome strange sculpturing Vv

ADAM LINK, GAN6BUSTERTo save his metal mate from the hot £*seat, Adam winds up in a hot spot . T*

SECOND CHANCEBeing dead doesn't bother EdwardNugent, he's got a deal with the ECdevil

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HEARUNCLECREEPY

This month our monstrous ma-terial is being sent to theprinter's before the carrier

bats have arrived with yourpoison pen patter on my twing-ing twelfth issue, so we'll haveto print more of your curdlingcomments on issue 11, andcover 12 & 13's letters in is-

sue 14's letter column. And if

all this is confusing to you,

think how I feel!—UC

Issue 11 had a cover whichwas bad. The colors were blur-

red and the characters werebad. The cover story had goodart and story. "The Devil to

Pay" had the best art andstory. I like art which is dark.

"Hop Frog" and "SkeletonCrew" were fabulous in plot

and art. Your mag is a winner,

with EERIE along side. Theyboth out sell the other trashy

horror comic mags by far.

Creepy's "Loathsome Lore" is

the most. I have a book ontrue supernatural happeningsand some of them are in

"Loathsome Lore". The FanClub page is good too. I be-

long to the club and am get-

ting stories and drawingsready for entry. EERIE has a

well constructed mag too. War-ren Publishing Company picks

all winners.Russell TierLindenhurst, N.Y.

1 dont know if that FAT FIENDEERIE is such a winner, Russ... He just isn't as much of

a loser as our competition.

I've noticed many a copy of

CREEPY on the newsstands,

but it has been only recently

that I started to read and

collect them. Now I mustsay that I'm glad I started.

CREEPY No. 11 was the first

issue 1 read, and what really

hooked me was the fabulousartwork. All the great comicartists were present: Wood,Ditko, Frazetta, Crandall, onlyto mention a few. What moremore could one fan ask? Notmuch I'm afraid.

As for your stories, they are

well written and handled, with

much the same plot twists asthe pre-superhero Marvels. Butyours have that added extra

touch of horror that is so fre-

quently missed in most comicstoday ... So all I can sayis more, MORE!Now, as I sit and puff my

reefer of dried wolfbane leav-

es, and daydream of my heart

being replaced with a gorilla's,

one question keeps enteringmy mind (which is somewhatunusual, as I have very little

mind to enter), and that is

this: Are Wallace Wood andDan Adkins one and the sameartist? I've seen lots of Woodartwork, and this guy Adkinshas a style almost exactly like

that of Mr. Wood. So what'sthe skinny? One and the sameperson, or two different artists?

Mike RobertsonMaple Valley, Wash.

Better lay off the wolfbaneleaves, Mike! Demon Dan andWeird Wally are two different

people. They have worked to-

gether for some time now,hence a similarity in styles.

Thanks to Wally's guidance,we think Dan has become oneof the brightest new talents

in comics today, and we'll betrying to feature work by both

of them in issues to come.-UC

CREEPY No. 11 was great

[like all your other issues). I

especially liked "Beastman". 1

have always admired his workin Spiderman, but in No. 11,

Steve Ditko topped himself!

I could praise him forever, butI don't like to forget some of

your terrific new artists DonaldNorman and Dan Adkins . . .

And Eugene Colan and JoeOrlando who have been withyou.

That's fine, Les, but what amI going to do about the noisefrom all the chain rattling bythe artists you didn't mention?

. . . Upon rereading CREEPYNo. 11, I decided not to let

your best issue go by withoutsome comment. First of all, to

Start from the very beginning,t3ke all of the praise everwritten about Frank Frazetta

and apply it to the latest Heis the master and can do nowrong.Now for the stories . . . Reed

Crandall's "Hop Frog" got theissue off to an excellent start.

With a team like Crandall andPoe, how can you go wrong."Sore Spot" was Joe Orlando'sbest work in some time. It

looked as if he put quite a bit

of work in it and it showed.The story itself was really

great. I'm very glad to seethat you are using mo.-e stonesof this type. You don't needa vampire or werewolf in everystory in order to convey hor-

ror. In fact, most stories that

feature them have very pre-

dictable endings.Dan Adkins' handling of "The

Doorway" was simply breath-taking. Each and every panelwas a true work of art. If pos-sible, please add him to yourregular staff and use his workin both CREEPY and EERIE.The story was another gemand proves that science-fiction

horror has a very real place in

your magazines. "The BlackDeath" was a good story butI was not overly impressed byManny Stallman's art. I really

hesitate to make a statementlike this because I am not

qualified to technically criti-

cize the man's work. My onlyguide Is whether or not anartist's style really "shakes meup" and I realize this is purely

a personal reaction. Perhapsfuture efforts in different tech-niques will change my mind."Beastman" was a terrific

story, beautifully drawn bySteve Ditko. Steve is a perfect

example of what 1 was saying

above. I did not care for his

first few contributions to yourbook but now he seems to getbetter and better and has be-

come one of my favorites. "TheDevil to Pay" was unfortunate-

ly the weakspot of the issue,

though not so much the story

itself, but rather the artwork,

which except for the first twopages, left much to be desired."Skeleton Crew" was a master-piece of true crawling horror,

expertly done by another topmember of your staff, AngeloTorres. It's a good thing youchose this as the last story

of the issue because it wouldhave been hard to top.

One suggestion which I

would like to make in closingconcerns the interest that a

great many of your readers

have in your staff artists andtheir varied techniques. Whydon't you list, along with theartist and writer of each story,

the technical name of eachstyle the artist has used. I

think this would make com-ments and opinions muchclearer to you.

Vincent Marretti

Brooklyn, N.Y.

Before 1 gloat too much

Vinnie's glowing words, I bet-

ter steel myself for the nextbit of fang mail—UC

CREEPY No. 11 wasn't up to

par. You had two good stories

(considering art and writing),

"Hop Frog" and "Beast Man."Absolutely superb. Except for

"The Doorway" (Your usual

type great story; Dan Adkinsis grrreat), and the two men-tioned above, the magazinewas terrible. "Sore Spot" wasa stupid story. Manny Stall-

man is a terrible artist, Don-ald Norman is OK but byno means great. "LoathsomeLore" was bad. Get Frazetta

to do one. The cover was great,

considering what he had to

work with; instead of a gorilla,

he could have made some sort

of monster-beast.Dan MorganGreensboro, N.C.

As a Lowe Junior HighSchool student, I get a big

kick out of your magazines. In

No. 11, I especially enjoyed"Black Death" by Ron Parker,

although I do think the art

could have been a bit better.

"The Beast Man" by Steve Dit-

ko and Archie Goodwin wasgood too. The rest of the stor-

ies were also good although"The Doorway" was kind of

hard to understand.I happen to be a girl, and

I'd like to know why you don't

print girl's letters. Is it be-

cause they just don't write or

because you just don't print

them?!Delores Sullivan

Minden, La.

Certainly not, Delores . . .

some of my best fiends are

girls! More of our letters seemto be from boys (or something),but we do, to our delight, re-

ceive fan mail from females.You probably just happened to

see a column where no letter

from a girl appeared—UC

... I must commend you,

so far since Cousin Eerie

started putting out mags, youhave outdone him every time.

Jerry LaymanLogansport, Ind.

That'll show Jelly-belly!—UC

Time to rush into the loathsome, rabip reapers/ snake a slimy tentacleup to the shock shelf, and dust off another creepy classtc/ this

month's awful offering is sram stoker's shivering short story..

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It was in nurnberg duringthe second week of ourhoneymoon that my wifeand 1 made the acquaintanceof elias p. hutcheson, anexuberant american hailingfrom bleeding gulch, nebraska..

MIGHTY FINE OF YOUAN ' THE MISSUS TO LET MEJOIN UP ON THIS HERESlGHTSEEIN' SASHAY,COLONEL... I 'PRECIATE

ART BY REED CRANDALL/ADAPTATION BY ARCHIE GOODWIN

|T MAY BE THERE 15 AN ATTRACTION OF LESSER MATTERTO GREATER, OR WE DID NOT NOTICE THE WAUL SLOPEDOUT AT ITS BASE— BUT THE STONE FELL WITH ASICKENING- THUD... i

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—I SAY.' I WOULDN'T (JV HAD THISHAPPEN FER A THOUSAND.' SHOWSWHAT A CLUMSY FOOL CAN DOTRYIN 1 TO PLAY7 HOPE YOU DON'TGRUDGE ME NONE, MA'AM... .

^ N-NO...BUT THE MOTHER/LOOK AT HER.' LOOK ATHER EYES... LIKE SHEKNEW HOW IT HAPPENED/

With a muffled cry, such as a human might give, the cat made a wild rush up thewall, falling- back when momentum ended . . . again and again and again' each time,to our horror, falling back into the blood of her own kitten..

SAVAGEST BEAST X EVERDID SEE-- 'CEPT ONCEWHEN AN APACHE SQUAWGOT AFTER A HALF-BREEDWHO KILLED HER PAPOOSE

ON A RAID.

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MORE'N THREE YEARS TILLAT LAST THE BRAVES GOTUfA AND HANDED fIM OVERTO HER. THEY SAY NO MAN,WHITE OR INJUN , EVER BEEN

SO LONG A-DYIN'.

.BREED CASHED IN HISCHIPS JUST AS WE CAMEON THE CAMP...THET SQUAWtVAS SMILING FER THE FIRSTTIME 5INCE THE PAPOOSEBUSINESS WHEN I WIPED

ER OUT.

At the sounp of laughter, the cat'sdemeanor changed. she no longer triedto jump or run up the wali

f\5 WE MOVED ON OUR WAY ALONG THEANCIENT CITY WALL, EVERY NOW ANDTHEN WE LOOKED OVER, AND EACH TIME5AW THE CAT FOLLOWING US... M

YOU NOW STAND INSIDE ONE OF THEGREATEST MONUMENTS OF MAN'S CRUELTYTO MAN... ALL THE WEAPONS IN THE RACKBEHIND YOU WERE USED BY THE HEADSMEI., „THOUGH THEY FAVORED THE DOUBLE-HANDED jM

»SWORD.

rfMt~...NEXT WE HAVE THE ACTUAL CHOPPING-BLOCKS USED, AND BEYOND THEM THEUSUAL COMPLEMENT OF RACKS, BOOTS,COLLARS, ALL MADE FOR COMPRESSINOAT WILL

...AS WELL AS WATCHMEN'S HOOKS, THUMBSCREWS,AND THE MORE ELABORATE SPIKED CHAIR.. VETTHESE ARE ALL OVERSHADOWED BY ONE. DEVICE,

ONE DIABOLICAL CONTRIVANCE..

A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF EFFORT IS NECESSARy|TO FULLY DEMONSTRATE THE MAIDEN'S MENACE.. . EVEN WITH THE AID OF A PULLEY YOUWILL OBSERVE IT TAKES MUCH TO OPENTHE DOOR...

...THIS IS DUE PART/ALLYTO ITS WEI&HT AND ALSO BE-

CAUSE IT IS DESI&NED TO SLAMSMUT WHEN THE TENSION ON THECHAIN IS RELAXED/

YOU WILL NOTICE WHATAPPEARS TO BE LAR&E RUSTSTAINS ON THE INTERIOR...IN THE INTEREST OF DELICACY,X WILL ONLY SAY, IT IS HOTRUST'_ _

MEIN HERR, 1 MUST PROTEST.SUCH A THING- IS HIGHLY IRREGU-LAR.. JT CANNOT BE PERMITTED/

The guard's protest was only formaland meant to be overcome- taking- analmost childish delight in the wholeaffair, hutcheson. backed himself in-

TO THE OPENING-.-, r1 THAT'S RIGHT

JUDGE. YOU RIG- ME OUT JEST LIKETHEM DUDES IN THE MIDDLE AGESFACED THIS LITTLE LADY-' J- WANTTO GO INTO THIS THING FAIR AND

SQUARE,.

AIN'T MUCH ROOM IN HERE 1 HURRY UP, OLDFOR A FULL GROWN CITI2EN MAN, IF YOU'REOF THE USA TO HUSTLE, WE / DEAD SET ON DO-MAKE OUR COFFINS MORE / IN& THIS, GETROOMIER THAN THIS' ^/THROUGH IT_QUICK/

DON'T PAY NO MIND TO MY NERVOUS FRIENDS,JUDGE... yOU JEST EASE THET DOOR DOWNSIOW-LIKE! L WANT TO SEE HOW THEM OTHERJAYS FELT WITH THOSE SPIKES CLOSIN'ON 'EM.'

The guard must have had in him some of the blood of his predecessors in that ghastlytower a5 he began to slowly slacken inch by inch the chain holding spiked deathback from hutcheson/ whose face grew positively radiant with the ominous movement...

X LOOKED FRANTICALLY FOR A PLACE TO REST MY WIFE ANDDOING SO BECAME AWARE OF A FLASH OF ANGRY GREENEYES AND A BLURRED STREAK OF BLACK FUR MATTEDWITH BLOOD.,. r~

EnCUMBERED WITH AMELIA, X TRIED AWKWARDLY TOBREAK THE ANIMAL'S CHARGE WHEN WITH A HELLISHSCREAM SHE HURLED HERSELF INTO THE AIRJ NOT ATHUTCHESON AS WE EXPECTED.

. . .BUT STRAt&HT AT THE FACE OFTHE GUARD* i

Placing- ambja on a bench outside, i ran back, crouchingin front of the iron virgin was the cat, purring loudly asshe licked the blood which trickled through the seamof the deadly machine,'

50 MUCH FOR OURFABLE OF FELINEFRENZY... ALL SETFOR OUR NEXTTERROR TALE?WHAT? X DON'THEAR ANY ANSWERS,FIENDS..i-CAT&OTYOUR TONGUE?HEE, HEE,'

1 THINK NO ONE WILL CALL ME CRUEL BECAUSE. I SEIZED ONEOF THE OLD EXECUTIONER'S SWORDS AND SHORE HER IN TWOAS SHE CROUCHED.

The glass of the bus window is cold on your face as you PEER anxiously into theNIGHT FOR SOME SIGN THAT THE LAST LEG OF YOUR INTERMINABLE JOURNEY IS NEARLY OVER .

OUTSIDE, THERE IS ONLY THE SAME MONOTONOUS BLEND OF SNOW AND SKY YOU SINK SACK IN-

TO THE OVERHEATED INTERIOR AND FIND YOURSELF DRIFTING INTO AN UNCOMFORTABLE 5LEEP. .

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F BUT YOU, RABID READERS, BET-TER STAY AWAKE BECAUSE THISBUS IS TAKING YOU INTO ATER-ROR TEMPEST... PERHAPS YOURNERVES CAN STAND IT IF YOUSTEEL YOURSELVES AND TAKE

ADVANTAGE OF THE--

ART BY JERRY GRANDENETTI/SCRIPT BY ARCHIE GOODWIN

If WHAT A WAY TO WAKE UP'* BUS DEPOT CLOSED, HO

SI&N OF A LIGHT ANYWHERE/ FORALL I KNOW THEY DON'T EVEN

HAVE ELECTRICITY HERE...

Horror andrevulsion ridewith yourvery heartbeatas you staoc-er.near what thealley's inkyshadows hadmercifullyHIDDEN...

YOU BUNK IN STUPID, UNBELIEVING-SHOCK AT THE LIGHT'S BLINDING-GLARE, THEN FULLY COMPREHEND THEDANGER OF YOUR POSITION AS A HARSH,ANGRY VOICE SHOUTS INTO THE NIGHT.

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rmS WAYFTHIS WAV,MEN!X'VE FOUND H/M,' THE ®#<3*.ytf#.MMP/R£ IS CORNERED/

But there is NO TIME FOR EXPLANATIONS ... YOU face a wall of HATE-TWISTEP FACES, A FACADEOF WITHERING HOSTILITY THAT IS ALREADY TRYING YOU ANP SENTENCING YOU TO DEATH . .

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WITH THE WHOLE TOWN BOARDED UP YOUSTILL MANAGED TO FIND THAT POOR GIRL,EH? WHILE WE TRAMPED THE COUNTRYSIDESEARCHING, YOU DARED DO THIS...

LISTEN/ X HAD' NOTHING TO DO WITH r—THIS, X'M A STRANGER %-'

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i we'vesunau weHE&TOStt!

yoUR, PLEAS AND CRIES FALL ON DEAFEARS, AND YOU REALIZE THE ONLY WAY

,„JW,yOLI RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.' SCRAM- _

SLING BLINDLY, KNOWING ONLY THATYOU'RE MOVING- AWAY FROM THEHOWLING! MADDENED HOARD WHICHTHUNDERS HARD ON YOUR HEELSAS THE VERY SNOW ITSELF GRABSAND CLIN&S TOYOUR CHURNING LEGSAS THOUGH BENT ON DELIVERING -

YOU TOTHEMOB...

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LEADEN,.. YOUR HEAVINGCHEST PULLS IN ICY AIRTHAT RIPS DOWN YOURTHROAT TO STRIKELIKE DAGGERS IN

YOUR TORTUREDLUNGS...YOURENTIRE THROB-BING BODYSCREAMSFOR REST.

There is no time to get up you feel yourself start to go to pieces as the circle of ven-

GEANCE-/HAD FACES DRAWS TIGHTLY AROUND YOU.. r-= — - »""'""""''

FROM EVERY DIRECTION, HANDS LAY HOLD OF YOUR PITIFULLY STRUGGLING- FORM, PINNING YOU HOPE-LESSLY TO THE GROUND. . . YOU CRY WITH PAIN AS THE FRESHLY SHARPENED WOODEN STAKE IS SHOVEPINTO POSITION OVER YOUR HEART.. .THEN, THROUGH THE WELLING TEARS IN YOUR EYES, YOU SEETHE HAMMER COME SWISHING DOWN IN ONE POWERFUL STROKE...

Without thinking-, you bend close, reaching-OUT TO THE PALE THROAT TO MAKE CERTAINOF THE PRESENCE OF THE SAME SNAKE-UKEWOUND AS IN THE DREAM, WHEN THE LI&HTHITS you

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AOAIN, THE 5AME CROWD OF SULLEN FACESMATERIALIZE, YOU RECO&NIZE THEM ALL... AND>OU REAUZE IF EVER YOU ARE GOING- TO GAINFROM WHAT THE DREAM REVEALED TO YOU, ITHAS TO BE NOW/ r

1 LISTEN.' X KNOW WHATyDU'RE THINKING-... IT LOOKS LIKE iVE KILLEDTHIS 6-IRL.' BUT, yOU'VE GOT TO HEAR ME OUT..,THERE'S A WAY OF TESTING- WHAT YOU SUSPECT'

I N A FLASH/ yOU SEE THE EYES OF THE CROWD OO RED WITH BLOODLUST AND EVEN AS THE WORDFALLS OFF YOUR TONGUE, yOU REALIZE YOUJp BE FAR BETTER OFF JUST TO SCREAM.'/

Hed, deli I Just goes to show you -there's a big difference between dreams andreality, &n, kiddies? Actually, -toe Sterksburg vampires areWt so smart; they'rejust winding up with one move mouth -to -feea. I suppose, if no more visitors

show up, they'll soon beat each other's Throats'

..GHOSTS! WE'VE RECEIVEP REPORTSI OF STRANGE MUSIC COMING FROM THE OLPALHAMBRA ON BANK STREET. RESEARCHPEPARTMENT SAYS THE OWNER LIVES

RIGHT NEXT POOR... HE'LL SEEYOU THIS EVENING.

THANKS FORTHIS CHANCE,MR. FOSTER.I'LL CO MY

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HEYPAY. . . MAYBE THERE'S A STORYTHAT WOULP EXPLAIN WHAT'S

GOING ON NOW...HEH, HEH,

MAYBE YOU'LLEVEN SEE THE

GHOST/

ART BY ANGELO TORRES/SCRIPT BY JOHN BENSON &. BOB STEWART

IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE I WA5PPUNPING AWAY ON THE PIANO IN

THAT LITTLE THEATRE, SUPPLYINGMUSICAL MOOP TO THE FLICKERING

MAGIC ON THE SCREEN ABOVE/BUT I WAS AMBITIOUS... I WANTEP/

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LOOKS LIKE OLP KIRE WAS AAASKMG HIS TRUE FEELINGS, EH, KIPPIES.?WELL. THAT BRINGS AM ENP TO THIS SHRIEK SHOWING, SO I SUGGEST you MOVE ON WHILE I REEL OFF MY NEXT HORROR HANPIWORK...

ART BY ROCCO MASTROSERIO/SCRIPT BY CARL WESSLER

•ZnITIAL PROCESSING COMPLETED, HENRY FOLLOWEDTHE CAPTAIN DOWN SOMBER HALLS LEADING TO...

VOUKOWN PRIVATEROOM, HENRY/ YOU'BE COMFORTABLE,AND IF THERE'S ANY-THING YOU WANT...WELL, WE'REHERE TO HELP

YOU...

7V)EN DUNNON LEFT HIM , AND HENRYDIDN'T MIND...EVEN WHEN THE KEYRATTLED OUTSIDE THE DOOR, LOCKING

IT WITH A CLICK...

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as myrtle had done...

(tfENKY PEERED ANXIOUSLY, DESPERATELY FROMONE FATUOUS, SMILING FACE TO THE NEXT, TRy/NGTO CONVINCE THEM „_

I'LL GET LIFE IMPRI-SONMENT, LOSE MYWIFE'S INSURANCEMONEY,,, WOULD IADMIT ALL THIS IFI WERE INSANE'

THE CREEPY FAN CLUB/

Step right in, WRITHINGREADERS (Watch out for thevampires, they're a little batty),

and draw yourselves down into

the dungeon for another MON-STROUS MEETING of ye oldeCREEPY FAN CLUB conductedby your own master of may-hem, UNCLE CREEPY. Thereare plenty of pulsating pro-

ceedings lined up for you, solet's leap right in to theWEIRD WORKS . . .

To begin with, we have this

month's bubbling biography ofyet another of our eerie illus-

trators. . . . One whose rabidrendering of my scream storieshas placed him high on thelist of you fans' fear favorites

. . . ANGELO TORRES!

Angelo's birthplace was San-turce, Puerto Rico on April14th, 1932. The silver screencaptured Angelo's fancy evenahead of comics, and by thetime he. was five, he was aninveterate movie fan, especial-ly of serials. Luckily for lovers'of comic art, one of Angelo'srelatives used to buy prac-tically every comic book thatcame out (he had a shed piledhigh with them), and these heshared with Ange. This, plusabsorbing the Sunday funnies,soon 'had Angelo writing anddrawing his own strips by thetime he was nine or ten. Whenhe was fifteen, his parentsdragged him out of the local

movie theater, and they mov-ed to New York.

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There Angelo made the de-cision that art would be hiscareer and immediately beganhis formal training by enter-

ing the School of IndustrialArts. Shortly after graduatingin 1951, Angelo was drafted,winding up as a radio opera-tor in Korea. The G.I. Bill

made it possible for him to

attend the Cartoonists and Il-

lustrators School after finish-

ing his service time. Hestudied under "Tarzan" artist,

Burne Hogarth and becamefurther influenced by Hal Fos-ter and others.While there, Angelo met Al

Williamson and began workingwith him on some of the

stories Al was doing for ECcomics. Angelo's abilities wonhim successive scholarships

his first two years at theschool, and in his third year

he won a contest sponsoredby Timely comics (now Marvel)

in which all contestants didversions of the same story andthe winner was published in

one of Timely's fantasy comics.This paved the way for Angeloto do more work for editor

Stan Lee at -Timely. Unfortu-

nately, Ange was breaking on-

to the scene at a bad period

in comics history, and aboutthe time he was going to dowork on his own for the popu-

lar and well-done EC line,

they, along with many other

firms, went out of business.

For about a year, Angelocontinued working with StanLee, doing other freelance

work in the meantime, most of

which was advertising. A call

from Bob Powell turned out

to be an invitation to try his

hand at humorous illustration,

which Angelo had never at-

tempted before. He proved to

have a flair for it which de-

veloped into regular work first

from Powell, then CRACKED,and finally SICK where Angelocontinues to be a regular con-

tributor. When CREEPY wasbeing formed, Al Williamsonrecommended Angelo, and co-

mic fans have been the better

for it ever since ... His fine

pen and ink style as well as

his wild wash work has brought

a dynamic dimension to all his

jobs for Warren Publishing, as

the compliments of the final

critics, all you fiendish fans,constantly attest.

Recently married Ca little

over a year at this writing),

Angelo and his attractive wife,Joan, live on a farm in thehills of Pennsylvania, sur-rounded by over eighty acresof woods and wildlife, whichboth of them enjoy observing.'Besides fishing, and huntingand target shooting on occa-sion, photography is Ange's

prime pastime, and he hopesto graduate to a movie camera.His ambitions reach from tra-

veling around the countrysketching, np'rrtir.;-. and photo-graphing, to catching up onhis reading, but all seem tn

boil down to just enjoying lifr>

We figure he's really entitled

to just that, benause his art-

work constantly makes life alot more enjoyable for therest of us.

Having cruelly chronicled another of our pulsating profes-sionals, let's turn to some MONSTROUS MATERIAL submittedby you FIENDISH FANS. For those of you aching to see yourown eerie efforts on these pages, remember you must be aclub member and we can only tell that if you give your clubnumber with each submission. For best printed results, artshould be done in black ink or very dark pencil and not folded.Now, our first CONVULSING CONTRIBUTION, by member No.567, DANNY CHADBOURNE, of Bryan, Texas . . .

Below, BARRY HOFFMAN, CFCNo. 249 of Flushing, New Yorkcontributes his idea of a matefor me . . . Thanks a lot, Barry!

And to the right, DOYLESHARP, No. 206. Boswell, In-

diana, offers a weird workwith a little bite in it!

Let's close out with someFEARFUL FICTION from aLunenburg, Massachusetts FanClubber, GEOFFREY R. LUC-IER, whose terrifying tale

leads us into horror via the ..

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The three boys pedalingtheir bikes, Dave, Tom andRick, had been waiting for thisSaturday all week. Ever sincethey had heard older boys talkabout the oid sewer pipes andthe adventure of exploringthem, they decided to try it

themselves.It was a beautiful morning

and their excitement made it

even better. They pedaled for

an hour and then approachedthe oid dirt path that led tothe sewer pipe. Jumping off

their bikes, not bothering tostand them up, they raced tothe yawning hole in the sideof the hill.

"You bring the candles?"asked Dave.

"Yeah," Tom said, "and aflashlight just in case.""How about something to

eat?" Rick asked."For cryin' out loud! Is that

all you think about . . . food?"said Tom angrily.

"Well, I'm hungry," Rickwhined."Maybe if you didn't eat so

much, you wouldn't be such afat chicken!" Tom said.

"Oh, let's get started andstop arguing!" Dave said.

Lighting their candles, theboys moved toward the bec-koning darkness, Dave first,

foliowed by Tom, then Rick.

As they entered the pipe, theyall sensed something eerie,

something evil. They couldsmell the damp concrete, andthey could hear the faint trick-

ling of water. Dave was con-stantly cursing the cobwebsand Rick grew more terrified

as they got deeper into thedarkness. Their shadows fromthe candles' flickering light

made grotesque forms on thecurved walls of the damp pipe.

Soon, they were so deep into

the hill's interior, they couldno longer see the tiny whitespeck that was the pipe's en-

trance.

That was when they first

heard the sound."What was that?" cried Rick,

"What was what?" Dave saidpatiently.

"You mean you didn't hearit? Sort of a growling sound,then after that like someonepounding the pipe with a rub-

ber hammer . . . You meanyou didn't hear it? At all?""No, not a" thing. Maybe it

was thunder or something.""Well . . . Maybe you're

right ...""Of course I'm right!"Nothing further was said

after that for they had cometo a section of the pipe thatseemed wrapped in a weirdatmosphere of its own. Sud-denly, the two candles wentout and the flashlight dim-med."What the heck?" Dave said,

"I just put in new batterieslast week . .

."

"Got any more matches? 1

want to light the candles againand we can go on," said Tom."Not me!" Rick said, "I'm get-tin' out of here!"

"All right, go, you big chic-ken. You big 'scairdy cat'!"

"I don't care what you guyssay, I'm gettin' out of here butquick!"Tom and Dave both listened

as they heard the terrified boyhastily crawl away from them.

"Boy, what a chicken!" Davesaid.

Suddenly, the crawl'ng soundstopped. Then the most horri-

ble scream the boys had everheard echoed through the pipe.

"No . . . NO . . . NOOOOOOOO. . . AAAAAII1IIIEEEEEEE!!!!""Oh, my God, what could've

happened to him?" Tim said."I don't know but I don't

want to find out! Maybe he'sjust trying to scare us . . .

RiCK . . . Hey, Rick, you all

right? Rick, answer . . . Pleaseanswer . . RICK!"Then they heard the sound.

A deep low-pitched growl, andsomething breathing. Theyboth strained their ears for

the slightest sound. Then theyheard a pounding such as Rickhad described . . Like some-thing massive, huge, a"nd in-finite in strength forcing its

way along the pipe . . . Towardthem!

"Let's get out of here!"screamed Tom.Dave leading, they both

crawled faster and faster,

scraping their elbows on the

sides of the Pipe and bumpingtheir heads against the top.

Suddenly, Dave heard Tomtake in his breath sharply.

"Dave . . . DAVE . . . IT'S

GOT ME . . . HELP ME,PLEASE HELP ME . .

."

Dave spun around in timeto see a creature from Hadestear into his friend. The thingwas toad-like in appearance,but had huge clawed hands.The head had interlocking

fangs which overlapped ontothe lips, and the eyes werewithout pupils or irises. Theywere bright blood red. Davecould only crouch petrified asthe creature struck with its

terrible claws, killing his

friend. Then the hideousmouth lowered to the fallen

This seemed to shock Daveinto reality again. He threwdown the flashlight and crawl-

ed as fast as he could. Thedemon thing began to follow

him, but now that Dave wasalone, he began to outdistanceit. But soon he began to tire

and the beast was at his heels.

And, then, up ahead, Davesaw light! Saved at last! Thismade him crawl faster andfaster. He had to go around acorner to reach the light, buthe would make it. Faster . . .

10 yards . . faster ... 5 yards. . . faster . . he made it!

Coming to the co-ner, Davepaused to look behind him ashe went around the turn. Safeat last . . . But" what was that?

A deep breathing? He wasafraid to look in front of him,

for he knew what was there!

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READY FOR SOME ACID ART APPRECIATION, DUNGEONDWELLERS? HAND ME MY HORROR HAMMER AND CHILLCHISEL, AND YOUR FAVORITE UNCLE WILL KNOCK OUTA LITTLE MONSTBRPIECE ALL ABOUT A MASTERSCULPTOR WHO MANA&ES TO CAPTURE...

ART BY EUGENE COLAN/SCRIPT BY ARCHIE GOODWIN

ONLY ONE SCULPTOR HAS CAPTUREDTRUE FEAR . . . STAI/ROS DI/AITSIOS,' ATRUE GENIUS,' HE WASTES NO TIME WITHGROTESQUE, UNBELIEVABLE MONSTERS,HE DOES PEOPLE... CAU&HT IN THEMOMENT OF EXTREME HORROR!

,

MAGNIFICENT,'IF YOU EVER HOPE

FOR SUCCESS,DIMITRIOS IS THEMAN yOU MUST EQUAL)

WHAT'S IT ID YOU, J YOU THINK ByOLD MAN? ^„ ^ ©RASPING AND

FEELING- THE STONE,THE SKILL WILL RUB OFF

onto you...you think youCAN TOUCH THE SECRET OF

SUCH A STATUE.' BAH.' ONLY ONEMAN HAS THE POWER TO" CREATE LIKE THIS... ME.'

D/MITR/OS!

<TEALTHIJ.y CURIOUSLY,fiOLBERT BEGAN TOFOLLOW STAVROS DIAAITRIOS

AS THE UGLY BENT FI&UREWENT ABOUT STRANGEBUSINESS FOR A MASTERSCULPTOR...

Hardly daring to breathe,houbert ed&ed forward tothe &lass of the sk/ught,his eyes straining- to catchwhat the moonlight revealedof the studio's darkened in-

terior, a faint chuckling-filtered out to him fromthe hunched form ofdimitrios. the sculptor'sdrinking companion was notto be seen

.

Even as the scream began, diivutrios,

Eyes TIOHTLY SHUT, FtlCKEP off theLIGHT, AND IN THE ROOM'S BLACKNESS,

PUSHED SHUT THE LID OF THE METALBOX WITH HIS CANE. ONLV THEN, DID HECONTINUE SPEAKINC-...

"TUPGING FROM THE HAPPY HUM OF ALL THOSE LITTLE IRIDIUM-5PON6E BRAIN5,YOU'RE ALL SET FOR ANOTHER SESSION WITH OUR MECHANICAL MARVEL.-, GETREAPY„TOJ3E BUSTER UP, CANS,""

One short week before eve's trial.' could x expose the BMc/cf/sre/we micHHAD pinned™?OF THEIR KILLINSS ON HER? A LEAP HAP BROUSH1=M| TO AJI

OLD WAREHOUSE:WHERE.THREE OF

THE MOBSTERS WHISPERED PLANS, NOT AWARE THAT THE SHARP MECHANICAL EARS OEanar* iiur nFTFrnw: h/frf favfsppoppinit.

THE BOSS SAYS TO LAY LOWUNTIL THAT MBTAL OAME&ETS THE RAP... FOR GUYSWE BUMPED OFF.' HA, HA.'

SHUT YOUR TRAP, LEFTY/DIDN'T THE BOSS SAY NEVERTOMENTION HIS NAME...

ANYWHERE, ANYTIME-

ART BY JOE ORLANDO/SCRIPT BY EANDO BINDER FROM HIS ORIGINAL STORY

But jack andkay were notoverjoyed whenthey heard theNEWS...

HARVEY BRIGG, OF ALU PEOPLE.' WHOWOULD EVER SUSPECT HIM OF BEING-BOSS OF THE CITY'S BIGGEST CRIMERING? AND THAT'S JUST THE TROUBLE,ADAM... YOU'D NEVER GET ENOUGHEVIDENCE AGAINST HIM IN ONE YEAR,

LET ALONE ONE WEEK.' HOPELESS.'

NOT FOR ADAMLINK, DETECTIVE.'DRIVE ME TOMYMOUNTAIN CABINAND LABORATORY/

B"ALL POURED INTO MY SUPERSEN-

ITIVE PICK-UP DEVICE.,,

SHANE MUST BE *\ OUR BOOKIESBRIGG'S "CONTACT X COLLECTEDMAN," THE ONE WHO 1 50 GRANDREPORTS ON THE GANG'S \ ,. . JEWELRYWIDESPREAD CRIMINAL JJOBWENT

ACTIVITIES,' J_~S WITHOUTA HITCH,

.., THENCE MILES AWAY TO THETAPE RECORDER |N JACK'S APART-MENT.

That was the significant thing..,

and harvey brigg gloated...

YES, SHANE,' TWO OF ) WU WON'TOUR KILLINGS G-ET < LAUGH WHENBLAMED ON EVE LINK,' \THE LAWANY JURY WILL BELIEVE S HEARSSHE l5 A "FRANK6N5TEIN"J THISROBOT AND CONVICT /PLAYBACK,HER,' HA, HA/ J W CUNNING

"FRIEND.'

|T LEAD TOA LONELY SHACK...ONLY i l-IT'S THE DICK WE

1 SHE 1 SHOT AMD BURNED ATVtON'T.' ) THE WAREHOUSE/

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VOU POUR AT ME/ " '

After i took her home, r. decided to com-TACT eve BY RADIO-TELEPATHY AND CHEER HER.

UP... BUT X &OT AN EVEN &REATER SHOCK THEN...

WHERE ALL HI5

,Gm& lS CRIMES ARELISTED? OH, NO,..

THEN X HAVE NOPROOF THAT HE'S

" BOSS OF THEBLACK FIST

/OUR CONFESSION, SRIGG... AFTER I GETRID OF THIS HUMAN GARBAGE! YOU WILL FREEEVE FROM THE BLACK FIST KILLINGS OF JOHN

PEERING- AND TONI PUCELL1...IN WRITING/

I HAVE STEEL MUSCLES WITHTHE STRENGTH OF TEN MEN.' ICAN CRUSH yOU TO PULP IN

MY BARE METAL HANDS..

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UNLESS YOU DO AS I SAY/

y-YES,yP-P-PLEASE!I'LL DOANYTHING.'

BUT X HAD UNDERESTIMATED THE BODYGUARD, FORHE SEIZED A FIRE AX FROM THE HALL AND...

And soon a fiendish plan was carried out,conceived in the heartless mind of harveybrigg, human monster/ r-

A LAST DESPAIR-ING- RADIO-TELEPATHYCALL WENT TO EVEIN HER JAILCELL...

GOOD-BY, EVE;I-I'M...DONEFOR/ ANDYOU'LL GO TOTHE ELECTRICCHAIR.. .AFTER

ALL.' I'VE FAILED, EVEFAILED!unNhHi

Heat would soon melt my iridium-sponge brain cells...andsearing electricity would later burn out eve's life cir-

cuits' our double doom seemed certain at this point... andsoon eve, and adam link, the first two intelligent robots,would be gone from the world... forever...

AUTUMN IS ON THE WINP. A HINT Of CHILL TO COME TINGES THE BREEZE THATSCATTERS DRY LEAVES ACROSS THE GLOOM OF A STARLESS NIGHT, AND MAKE5P/ltfG TREES CREAK ANP MOAN, THEIR BRANCHES SCRATCHING AT THE PARKNESS...ANP SO OUR PULSATING PROLOGUE 0ESINS, AS TWO POLICEMEN SLOWLY

PACE THEIR GLOOMY SEAT... 1V MY FIRST ASSIGNMENT, AND I ^M GET BROKEN IN FOR THIS GRAVE -

YARD TOUR.' HOW CAN YOUk STAND THE QUIET, DOWNEY? .

f DON'T LET IT FOOL YOU, LAD..,, ""i|M '

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ART BY STEVE DITKO/SCRIPT BY ARCHIE GOODWIN

He WAS LOCKED IN GRIPS alien and repulsive, car-ried BY THING'S SIRED FROM SEEDS OF MADNESS...CREATURES TO MAKE HIM WONDER IF DEAD MENMIGHT GO MAD-'

YOU ARE LATE,EDWARD NUGENT;HE WILL HOT EKEPT WAITING.

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is^m^Mii^W OOWNJ FLATTENP YOURSELF BEFORE[ THE MIGHTY ONE, '-->:^-: V1;; -^" : ' :

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NU&ENT PRESSED CLOSE ^,TO THE FIRMAMENT BE-NEATH HIM AS THOUGHIT MIGHT SWALLOW HIMAND HIDE HIM FROMTHAT WHICH HE WASAFRAID TO LFT HISHEAD TO SEE, A VOICELIKE VELVET- WRAPPEDTHUNDER SPOKE HISNAME.,,

WE MADE ABARGAIN.' I'VEWORN THIS SIGNOF YOURS SINCEAS PROOF . .

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SURELY YOUHAVEN'T FOR-GOTTEN, SURELYYOU WOULDN'T—

Z FOR&ETNOTHING-'THIS IS ONLY ACHANCE TORECONSIDER...TO CALL THEBARGAIN OFFAND ACCEPTYOUR FATE ASIT NOW STANDS

Behind him caw\e a great rumble, and nugentturned to find himself teetering on the brinkof a huge precipice. ..echoing out of the depthscame tortured cries of the doubly damned andbarely discernable to the eye were quivering-nameless., .things,.. unconsciously, he began toback away.

Y-YOU'RE TRYINGTO FRIGHTEN MESCARE ME OUT OFIT... THE DEALWAS IF i DIEDYOU'D GIVE MELIFE AGAIN, XCOULD TAKE UPWHERE X LEFT

OFF.-.

WITH THE ROTTEN LIFEI'VE LEAD, YOU GOT MEEITHER WAY, BUT WITHTHE PACT I'M GONNAGET A LOTTA GOODYEARS IN BEFORE YOUDO.' WHAT DO YOU THINKX MADE IT FOR?

OKAY, OKAY, YOU'VEHAD YOUR SAY/ NOWX WANT TO OO BACKAND X WANT TO OOBACK Ri&HT NOW,AS WE AGREED.

[Once again, edward nugent found himself floating-, whirl-ing-, FASTER AND FASTER, BEING- HEWED UP BY THE TERRIBLEPARK WORLD THAT HAD SWALLOWED1 Him...

THEN, FAR ABOVE HIM, IN THE WORLD OF THE LIVING,NUGENT HEARD SOUNDS. ..THE SOUNDS OF LABORING,OF METAL DIGGING INTO EARTH ..CHIPP'NG AWAY ATTH£ BLANKET OF SOIL THAT WAS SLOWLY SMOTHERING

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EPILOGUE: in THE SOFTEST LIGHTS, MAPNESS IS HARSH.BY THE FLASHLIGHTS BEAM, IT IS ALL BUT CONTAGIOUSBOTH POLICEMEN SHIVER AS THE BREEZE CATCHESTHE INSANE GIGGLING ANP FLINGS IT TO THE FARCORNERS OF THE CEMETERY...

IA SILENCE FALL5 OVER THE TWO POLICEMEN ANP THE ONLY SOUNP IN THE

CEMETERY IS THE WINP WHICH HAS BECOME COLPER... AND PERHAPS, FAINTABOVE THE WINP, SO PISTANT IT MIGHT BE FROM ANOTHER WORLP, A CRV...

LIKE THE SOUNP OF A SOUL IN TORMENT/