I had faced death and weighed my chances in many a desperate venture, but never in one of this nature. I can swear I am no coward, yet this proposition of journeying back and forth across the borderland of death put the yellow fear upon me. –Jack London
A shuddery story of a ghastly charnel crypt in a weird cave in the hills of Cornwall!–Weird Tales
It was his last moment of fear. When he had recovered his breath and his control, he sat and thought about meeting death with dignity.-Jack London
But it’s the eyes of the man I’ll remember to my last days. Wide, fixed in shock, they hide some terrifying secret only the mutilated corpse may know.–JL
A tremendous tale about the dread doom that overtook an archeologist in that forgotten tomb beneath the desert sands of Egypt.–Weird Tales October 1936
A shuddery weird tale of Hollywood and the film industry—a story of the gruesome thing that emerged from the burial crypt.–WT 1938
A tremendous story of a fearful trek across the Egyptian desert, and the malignant stone idol that waited for the doctor’s return.
Another hypnotic horror tale from the writer who terrified Stephen King!-JL
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Darkness came on; the wind moaned; the tide rose even higher, Round and round among the piles, swirling and gliding, went two grotesque shapes, two old friends, bobbing and nodding together at the bottom of the tomb-black pavilion,–Joseph Payne Brennan
The story that inspired Cat People!–JL
On a freezing night, with no shoes on her feet, the little match girl has a ghostly story to tell. Hopefully she won’t judge us all too monstrous…from the grave.–JL
He did not look long. A single moment of numbing realization, and then he leaped into the pool–leaped straight into the deepest water, breaking with his body the mad reflection he had seen on the mirrored surface.
This one cuts right into the heart of terror! Now on RUMBLE!!-JL
A legendary mystery is told in the community of Grand Isle. The aged mariner may proclaim, “And on the first winter breaker…of Grand Isle’s coldest winter, Pierre Santiny plunged into the sea and was seen no more.”
Then, the teller of the tale may pause with haunting eyes as the fires crack in the bonfire, the sea roars, and the wind howls with possibly an ancient chime. With a whispering voice on the third crash of a wave they may even say, “But none on the island will ever say he died.”
Jeffrey LeBlanc 