Yay!
Christmas day has finally come and Santa brought me everything I asked for... after a little persuasion. Once I let him go and he flew out of sight, he shouted, "Merry Christmas to all!" and then took off in fright.
So since I'm in such a holly jolly mood today I decided to give you all a Christmas treat. A story featuring many of your favorite horror hosts including Cain, Abel, Destiny, and Elvira! There's even a special (sort of) appearance by Zacherly.
So here ya go, from Elvira's House of Mystery Christmas Special, it's a horrific twist on a classic Dickensian tale.
Sooo
My Grandma got run over by a reindeer last night.
It was pretty horrible actually. She was walking home from our house after her and my mom's weekly "eggnog party" that they always do in December, and from what we and the police can gather she must have been crossing the street when she was suddenly trampled by an escaped 200 pound reindeer from the local zoo.
I was the one who found the body the next morning while taking out the trash. There were hoof prints on her forehead and there was a ton of blood and gashes all over her body. Her head was also partially smashed in.
No one witnessed the accident (if it was in fact an accident) and the reindeer is still at large, so if anybody has any information, please call the Pleasant Hollow sheriffs department at Klondike 555-976-1313.
And now, from 1974's Creepy #59, story by Bill Dubay, art by Richard Corben, here's a bloody holiday romp yule just die for...
Hey-o!
How are all you comic book creeps doing tonight, or today, or whenever the hell you're reading this?
Me, myself, and Tom are decorating my Christmas tree at the moment. My momma didn't think we should have one this year, because they cost too much money and she already blew the Christmas budget on Arnold Stang albums, Yoohoo, and vodka for herself. I took care of it though, I borrowed this one from the Krelmoore's down the street. It just had lights on it when I got it, so me and Tom are improvising some ornaments. A shrunken head, some skeleton garland left over from Halloween, A voodoo doll on top instead of an angel. It looks boss so far.
Anyway, you didn't come here for my tree, you came here for horror comics, so while I get Tom's boney ass untangled from all this silver tinsel, why don't you check out this helladay treat from 1970's Web of Horror #3. It was drawn by Frank Brunner and written by my favorite scribe, Bruce Jones.
Go on, Webster, weave us a tale...
Well ho ho holy crap, it's Christmas once again!
Christmas is actually my favorite holiday right behind Halloween. It's a time when things seem just a little more bright. Particularly if you happen to fall asleep next to a roaring fire and accidentally roll in.
Don't laugh, it happened to a friend of a friend of a friend of my cousin.
Okay, you can laugh a little.
But really, Christmas is great. The lights, the songs, the smells. And there's no reason you can't get just as scared around Christmas as you can the rest of the year. In fact the cold darkness of winter is perfect for a tale of terror.
Oh look! Here's one of those now.
Straight from my old uncle's trunk full of horror comics comes this yuletide tide of gore from The Vault of Horror #29. It's written by Al Feldstein with art by Johnny Craig.
And where there's Johnny Craig you can be sure that The Vault-Keeper's not to far away. So take it away, Vaulty, what do ya have for us?
