The Best Werewolf Stories–Episode 1: Robert E. Howard’s “In the Forest of Villefere” (Narrated By Jeffrey LeBlanc)
If a WEREWOLF is slain as a MAN, then his half soul will haunt his slayer forever!!–Robert E. Howard (In the Forest of Villefere)
If a WEREWOLF is slain as a MAN, then his half soul will haunt his slayer forever!!–Robert E. Howard (In the Forest of Villefere)
He spake in wonder, not in fear:
“How walks a man who died?
“Friend of old times, what do ye here,
“Long fallen at my side?”
“Rise up, rise up,” Sir Richard said,
“The hounds of doom are free;
“The slayers come to take your head
“To hang on the ju-ju tree.
“Swift feet press the jungle mud
“Where the shadows are grim and stark,
“And naked men who pant for blood
“Are racing through the dark.”–Robert E Howard (The Return of Sir Richard Grenville)
“Mine eyes have looked on sorcery in dark and naked lands,
“Horror born of the jungle gloom and death on the pathless sands.”–Robert E. Howard
A shuddery weird tale of Hollywood and the film industry—a story of the gruesome thing that emerged from the burial crypt.–WT 1938
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
Terrifying poems to celebrate Halloween!!
Another horrific tale by Robert Bloch sure to make your skin crawl!-JL
A ripping yarn sure to cut deep by the master of mystery and horror–Robert Bloch!
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.
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.”–JL
Now I must go back to Yoh-Vombis—back across the desert and down through all the catacombs to the vaster vaults beneath. Something is in my brain, that commands me and will direct me . . . I tell you, I must go . . .
The strange feelings that kept him thus awake were not easy to analyse, perhaps, but their origin was beyond all question:they grouped themselves about the picture of that deserted, tumble-down chalet on the mountain ridge where they had stopped for refreshment a few hours before.
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