Haunting Oil Field Horror: John H. Green’s “Seven Men in a Tank”
“Omar Khayyam was right: Hell is the reflection of a soul burning.”–John H. Green (Seven Men in a Tank)
“Omar Khayyam was right: Hell is the reflection of a soul burning.”–John H. Green (Seven Men in a Tank)
Children of Horror,/ Legion of Ghouls,
Tonight, we dug August Derleth’s hideous corpse from under some thick vines of wild grapes. This ghastly tale will make you never look at grapes the same way again. We present August Derleth’s “Wild Grapes”.
All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
We meet them at the door-way, on the stair,
Along the passages they come and go,
Impalpable impressions on the air,
A sense of something moving to and fro.–Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Haunted Houses)
To my poor boy, left doubly desolate, I have never been able
to impart a sense of my presence. Soon he, too, must pass to
this Life Invisible and be lost to me forever.–Ambrose Bierce (The Moonlit Road)
Here’s a story of creeping horror that rises, gradually, to a powerful
climax. It’s a story not easily
forgotten!–WT
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