The Howling Man
The definitive collection of tales by the award-winning horror writer includes such classics as "The Hunger," "Miss Genibelle," and "Free Dirt," and features introductions by Robert Bloch, Ray Bradbury, Harlan Ellison, Roger Corman, and others. Reprint.
church I used to go to every Sunday. But don't get the idea it's just churches. No; it's anything. Cross your fingers and I'll start sweating. Lay a fork over a knife and I'll probably jump right out the window. So then what happens? I splatter myself all over the sidewalk, right? But do I die? Oh, hell, no. Doc, listen! You've got to help me! If you don't, I'm going to go off my gourd, I know it!" The psychiatrist folded his note pad and smiled. "Mr. Smith," he said, "you may be surprised to
thought about stories of poor Negroes constantly out of work and how nobody would hire you if you were black. He didn't believe it. He was black and he had a job. He was black and he had a wife. What else, he wondered, could there be in life? Time dragged, stood still, waited, inched, stopped. Then the day arrived, the day Willie so longed for: his last execution. The attendant delicacies were hurried this time and somewhat embarrassed. The man in the frock coat had refused to come and so
plaster doll covered with silver dust and blue paint. Inside for the thrill of the century, ladies and gentlemen, see Parmo the Strong Man lift ten times his own weight . - . A man with a large stomach and moving muscles, pulling a bar with a black ball at either end, hoisting the bar, holding it above his head. Laughs and cheers. Yahyahyahyah! See her now, folks, the most gorgeous, the most beautiful, the most (ahem!) shapely little lass this side of Broadway. Egyptian Nellie, she's got
twine factory, an upholstering firm and an outlet for ladies'shoes, now lay swathed in a miasmic vapor--accreditable, in the absence of nearby bogs, to a profusion of windward smokestacks. The blistered hummocks, peaked with crosses, slabs and stones, loomed gray and sad in the gloaming: withal, a place purely delightful to describe, and a pity it cannot be--for how it looked there that evening has little to do with the fat man and what was to become of him. Important only that it was a place
you been? I ain't seen you in a long time!" The short one said: "I been in de jailhouse." "Whuffo?" asked the tall one. "Well," said the short one, "lemme ax you sumfin'. What would you do if you come home and found yo wife in bed wid anudder man?" "I would simply cut my wife's acquaintance." "Dat's all I did. An' believe me, I cut him deep!" "Yak! Yak!" "Negroes," said Biddle, "were thought to be morally lax. The humor here derives from the odd speech patterns, the misunderstanding of a