For the reader who hasn’t the endurance to look via numerous cabinets of books and magazines for sufficient reliable horror tales to provide a year’s worthy of nightmares—don't depression, these untroubled nights are over. accrued listed below are the simplest horror tales to be released in 1979. the following you can find either conventional and non-traditional horrors, terrors from the supernatural and from the interior brain. a few of these tales are from the main famous authors of the myth style, others symbolize basically an author’s first or moment released tale . . .
All of those tales do have one element in universal, in spite of the fact that, and that's their strength to create a resounding temper of worry and unease. In deciding upon those tales I no restrictive definitions, directions or taboos. My target used to be to collect jointly the easiest . . .
WELCOME TO THEIR NIGHTMARES.
—Karl Edward Wagner, Editor
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