A WARREN MAGAZINE

Illustrated terror tales designed to

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SOME OF yOU FRIENDLY FIENDIES TIRED OF YOUR PRESENT HUMDRUM

EXISTENCE, LIKE A LITTLE CHANGE? THEN LET'S LOOK IN ON SOME ANCIENT FEAR FORMULAS FOR BECOMING A WEREWOLF IN._

CREEPY'S IpaTHSoME ishp/

It was widely
believed in the
middle aces
that the devil

himself made
&ifts of belts
or skins of
wolves to some

Ancient

romans

believed

a werewolf was someone

who could turn his skin inside out. in human form,

the suspected werewolf's fur. woulo be growing
inward... final proof at many trials, consequently,
involved partial skinning- of the accused/

of his followers
...when worn,
the owner would
be transformed
into a wolf with

all its awesome

power and lusts.'

Unwary innocents could be transformed into werewolves BY PRINKING- WATER FROM THE FOOTPRINT OF A
WEREWOLF, OR BY TASTING THE WATER OF A STREAM FROM
WHICH A WEREWOLF HAD ALSO DRUNK... SOMETIMES
TURNING- HUNTERS INTO THE VERY PREY THEY STALKED/

ART BY GRAY

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PUBUSHER:
EDITOR:

ASSISTANT TO PUBLISHER: Richard Conway

COVER: Gray Morrow
LETTERING: Ben Oda

James Warren

Archie Goodwin

STAFF ARTISTS: Dan Adkins, Eugene Colan, Johnny Craig, Reed Crandall, Steve Ditko,
Frank Frazetta, Jerry Grandenetti, Rocco Mastroserio, Gray Morrow, Joe Orlando, John
Severin, Angelo Torres, Alex Toth, Al Williamson, Wallace Wood

CONTENTS
LOATHSOME LOSE
Breathless browsing
thropic legends

lycan-

into

THE SQUAW
Bram Stoker's startling study of revenge in a torture chamber

:'

EARLY WARNING
Come

if you don't
mind a few angry citizens with a
vampire problem

to

Starksburg,

SCREAM TEST
A

girl reporter finds herself faceto-face with a scarey scoop

MADNESS

IN THE

flfl
fit*

METHOD

Henry Belmond has a crazy plan

get away with murder

to

flfl

HI

CREEPY FAN CLUB

on demon
draftsman Angelo Torres

The spook

spotlight

is

5^1

FEAR IN STONE
Uncle Creepy chisels out a tale of

Wfi

some strange sculpturing

Vv

ADAM

LINK, GAN6BUSTER
mate from the hot *
Adam winds up in a hot spot
T*

To save
seat,

his metal

SECOND CHANCE
Being dead doesn't bother Edward
Nugent, he's got a deal with the

EC

devil
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HEAR

UNCLE

CREEPY

say

that

CREEPY
issue

Now

them.

collect

and apply it to the latest He

is the master and can do no
wrong.
Now for the stories
Reed
Crandall's "Hop Frog" got the
issue off to an excellent start.
With a team like Crandall and
Poe, how can you go wrong.
"Sore Spot" was Joe Orlando's
best work in some time. It
looked as if he put quite a bit

must

I'm glad
started.
No. 11 was the first
I

and what

read,

really

me was

hooked
artwork.

the fabulous
the great comic

All

present: Wood,
Ditko, Frazetta, Crandall, only
to mention a few. What more
more could one fan ask? Not

were

artists

much

I'm afraid.

As for your stories, they are

and handled, with
much the same plot twists as
the pre-superhero Marvels. But
yours have that added extra
touch of horror that is so frequently missed in most comics
can say
today ... So all
is more, MORE!
Now, as
sit and puff my
reefer of dried wolfbane leaves, and daydream of my heart
being replaced with a gorilla's,
one question keeps entering
my mind (which is somewhat
have very little
unusual, as
mind to enter), and that is
this: Are Wallace Wood and
Dan Adkins one and the same
artist? I've seen lots of Wood
I

horror has a very real place in

your magazines. "The Black
Death" was a good story but
was not overly impressed by
really
Manny Stallman's art.
hesitate to make a statement
I

Mike Robertson
Maple Valley, Wash.

like this because

am not
qualified to technically criticize the man's work. My only
guide Is whether or not an
I

Better lay off the wolfbane

leaves, Mike! Demon Dan and
Weird Wally are two different
people. They have worked tofor

some time

now,

hence a similarity in styles.

Thanks to Wally's guidance,
think Dan has become one

Issue 11 had a cover which

was bad. The colors were blurred and the characters were
bad. The cover story had good
art and story. "The Devil to
Pay" had the best art and
like art which is dark.
story.
"Hop Frog" and "Skeleton
Crew" were fabulous in plot
and art. Your mag is a winner,
with EERIE along side. They

we

both out sell the other trashy

horror comic mags by far.
Creepy's "Loathsome Lore" is
have a book on
the most.
true supernatural happenings
and some of them are in

especially liked "Beastman".

"Loathsome Lore". The Fan

beClub page is good too.
long to the club and am getdrawings
and
ting
stories
ready for entry. EERIE has a
well constructed mag too. Warren Publishing Company picks
all winners.
Russell Tier
Lindenhurst, N.Y.

your

new

the brightest

talents

comics today, and we'll be

trying to feature work by both
of them in issues to come.
in

-UC

CREEPY
[like all

No.

11

was great

your other issues).

don't like to forget

some

of

terrific new artists Donald

Norman and Dan Adkins
And Eugene Colan and Joe
Orlando who have been with
.

you.

loser

as

our

That's fine, Les, but what am

going to do about the noise
from all the chain rattling by
the artists you didn't mention?

many a copy of
the newsstands,
has been only recently

noticed

I've

it
I

started

to

read

and

will change my mind.

"Beastman" was a terrific
beautifully drawn
by

niques
story,

Steve Ditko. Steve

is a perfect
was saying
not care for his

example of what
above.

did

few contributions to your

book but now he seems to get
better and better and has become one of my favorites. "The
Devil to Pay" was unfortunately the weakspot of the issue,
though not so much the story
first

but rather the artwork,

which except for the

first

two

pages, left much to be desired.

"Skeleton Crew" was a masterpiece of true crawling horror,
expertly done by another top

member

some comment.
Start

t3ke

of

your

staff,

Angelo

As a Lowe Junior High

get a big
School student,
kick out of your magazines. In
especially enjoyed
No. 11,
"Black Death" by Ron Parker,
although
do think the art
could have been a bit better.
"The Beast Man" by Steve Ditko and Archie Goodwin was
good too. The rest of the stories were also good although
"The Doorway" was kind of
hard to understand.
happen to be a girl, and
I'd like to know why you don't
I

print

girl's

letters.

Is

it

be-

cause they just don't write or

because you just don't print
them?!
Delores Sullivan

Minden, La.

Certainly not, Delores . . .

some of my best fiends are
girls! More of our letters seem
to be from boys (or something),
but we do, to our delight, receive fan mail from females.
You probably just happened to

see a column where no letter

appeared UC

from a

have been hard to top.

One suggestion which

must commend you,

...
so
far
since Cousin Eerie
started putting out mags, you
have outdone him every time.
Jerry Layman
Logansport, Ind.

great many of your readers

have in your staff artists and

the artist
this

ments

and

has

used.

opinions

much

Vincent Marretti
Brooklyn, N.Y.

Before

would make com-

clearer to you.

gloat too

much

girl

their varied techniques. Why

don't you list, along with the
artist and writer of each story,
the technical name of each

First of all, to

from the very beginning,

all
of the praise ever
about Frank Frazetta

written

Dan Morgan
Greensboro, N.C.

It's a good thing you

chose this as the last story
of the issue because it would

Torres.

style
.
. Upon rereading CREEPY
No. 11,
decided not to let
your best issue go by without

but
that

a personal reaction. Perhaps

future efforts in different tech-

think

competition.

CREEPY on

me

realize this is purely

would like to make in closing

concerns the interest that a

1 dont know if that FAT FIEND

EERIE is such a winner, Russ
... He just isn't as much of

up" and

itself,
1

"shakes

artist's style really

have always admired his work

in Spiderman, but in No. 11,
Steve Ditko topped himself!
could praise him forever, but
I

most stories that

fact,

Absolutely superb. Except for

"The Doorway" (Your usual
type great story; Dan Adkins
is grrreat), and the two mentioned above, the magazine
was terrible. "Sore Spot" was
a stupid story. Manny Stallman is a terrible artist, Donald Norman is OK but by
no means great. "Loathsome
Lore" was bad. Get Frazetta
to do one. The cover was great,
considering what he had to
work with; instead of a gorilla,
he could have made some sort
of monster-beast.

The story was another gem

and proves that science-fiction

the skinny? One and the same

person, or two different artists?

of

No. 11 wasn't up to
You had two good stories
(considering art and writing),
"Hop Frog" and "Beast Man."

feature them have very predictable endings.

Dan Adkins' handling of "The
Doorway" was simply breathtaking. Each and every panel
was a true work of art. If possible, please add him to your
regular staff and use his work
in both CREEPY and EERIE.

artwork, and this guy Adkins

has a style almost exactly like
that of Mr. Wood. So what's

gether

In

bet-

next

CREEPY

par.

a vampire or werewolf in every

story in order to convey horror.

ter steel myself for the

bit of fang mail UC

of work in it and it showed.

story itself was really
great. I'm very glad to see
that you are using mo.-e stones
of this type. You don't need

sue 14's letter column. And if

all this is confusing to you,
think how I feel! UC

Vinnie's glowing words,

The

well written

This month our monstrous material is being sent to the

printer's
before the carrier
bats have arrived with your
poison pen patter on my twinging twelfth issue, so we'll have
to print more of your curdling
comments on issue 11, and
cover 12 & 13's letters in is-

That'll

show Jelly-belly! UC

Time to rush into the loathsome, rabip reapers/ snake a slimy tentacle
up to the shock shelf, and dust off another creepy classtc / this
month's awful offering is sram stoker's shivering short story..

It was in nurnberg during

the second week of our
honeymoon that my wife
and 1 made the acquaintance
of elias p. hutcheson, an
exuberant american hailing
from bleeding gulch, nebraska..

MIGHTY FINE OF YOU

AN THE MISSUS TO LET
JOIN UP ON THIS HERE
SlGHTSEEIN' SASHAY,
'

ME

COLONEL... I 'PRECIATE

ART BY REED CRANDALL/ADAPTATION BY ARCHIE GOODWIN

|T MAY BE THERE 15 AN ATTRACTION OF LESSER MATTER

TO GREATER, OR WE DID NOT NOTICE THE WAUL SLOPED
OUT AT ITS BASE BUT THE STONE FELL WITH A
SICKENING- THUD...

1
i

SAY.' I WOULDN'T (JV HAD THIS

HAPPEN FER A THOUSAND.' SHOWS
WHAT A CLUMSY FOOL CAN DO
TRYIN TO PLAY7 HOPE YOU DON'T
GRUDGE ME NONE, MA'AM...
I

N-NO...BUT THE MOTHER/

LOOK AT HER.' LOOK AT
HER EYES... LIKE SHE

KNEW HOW

IT

HAPPENED/

With a muffled cry, such as a human might give, the cat made a wild rush up the
wall, falling- back when momentum ended
again and again and again' each time,
to our horror, falling back into the blood of her own kitten..
.

SAVAGEST BEAST X EVER

SEE-- 'CEPT ONCE

DID

WHEN AN APACHE SQUAW

GOT AFTER A HALF-BREED

WHO KILLED HER PAPOOSE
ON A RAID.

lit,,

...-

......

IIP'tiiM

VI-

ii

MORE'N THREE YEARS TILL

AT LAST THE BRAVES GOT
UfA

AND HANDED IM OVER

f

TO HER. THEY SAY NO MAN,

WHITE OR INJUN EVER BEEN
,

SO LONG

A-DYIN'.

.BREED CASHED IN HIS

CHIPS JUST AS WE CAME
ON THE CAMP...THET SQUAW
tVAS SMILING FER THE FIRST
TIME 5INCE THE PAPOOSE
BUSINESS WHEN I WIPED

ER OUT.

At the sounp of laughter, the cat's

demeanor changed. she no longer tried
to jump or run up the wali

WE MOVED ON OUR WAY ALONG THE

ANCIENT CITY WALL, EVERY NOW AND
THEN WE LOOKED OVER, AND EACH TIME
5AW THE CAT FOLLOWING US...

f\5

YOU NOW STAND INSIDE ONE OF THE

CRUELTY
GREATEST

MONUMENTS OF MAN'S
TO MAN... ALL THE WEAPONS IN THE RACK
BEHIND YOU WERE USED BY THE HEADSMEI.,
THOUGH THEY FAVORED THE DOUBLE-HANDED jM

SWORD.

r
...NEXT WE HAVE THE ACTUAL CHOPPINGBLOCKS USED, AND BEYOND THEM THE
USUAL COMPLEMENT OF RACKS, BOOTS,
MADE FOR COMPRESSINO

COLLARS, ALL
AT WILL

fMt~

...AS WELL AS WATCHMEN'S HOOKS, THUMBSCREWS,

AND THE MORE ELABORATE SPIKED CHAIR.. VET
THESE ARE ALL OVERSHADOWED BY ONE. DEVICE,

ONE DIABOLICAL CONTRIVANCE..

A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF EFFORT

IS

NECESSARy|

TO FULLY DEMONSTRATE THE MAIDEN'S MENACE

..
EVEN WITH THE AID OF A PULLEY YOU
WILL OBSERVE IT TAKES MUCH TO OPEN
THE DOOR...
...THIS IS DUE PART/ALLY
TO ITS WEI&HT AND ALSO BECAUSE IT IS DESI&NED TO SLAM
SMUT WHEN THE TENSION ON THE
CHAIN IS RELAXED/
.

YOU WILL NOTICE WHAT

APPEARS TO BE LAR&E RUST
STAINS ON THE INTERIOR...
THE INTEREST OF DELICACY,
WILL ONLY SAY, IT IS HOT

IN

RUST'

MEIN HERR, 1 MUST PROTEST.

SUCH A THING-

IS HIGHLY IRREGULAR.. JT CANNOT BE PERMITTED/

The guard's protest was only formal

and meant to be overcome- taking- an
almost childish delight in the whole
affair, hutcheson. backed himself inTO THE OPENING-.-, r
THAT'S RIGHT
JUDGE. YOU RIG- ME OUT JEST LIKE
THEM DUDES IN THE MIDDLE AGES
FACED THIS LITTLE LADY-' J- WANT
TO GO INTO THIS THING FAIR AND
SQUARE,.

AIN'T

MUCH ROOM

IN

HERE

FOR A FULL GROWN CITI2EN

HURRY UP, OLD

MAN, IF YOU'RE

OF THE USA TO HUSTLE, WE / DEAD SET ON DOMAKE OUR COFFINS MORE / IN& THIS, GET
^/THROUGH IT_QUICK/
ROOMIER THAN THIS'

DON'T PAY NO MIND TO MY NERVOUS FRIENDS,

JUDGE... yOU JEST EASE THET DOOR DOWN

SIOW-LIKE! L WANT TO SEE HOW THEM OTHER

JAYS FELT WITH THOSE SPIKES CLOSIN'
ON

'EM.'

The guard must have had in him some of the blood of his predecessors in that ghastly
tower a5 he began to slowly slacken inch by inch the chain holding spiked death
back from hutcheson/ whose face grew positively radiant with the ominous movement...

X LOOKED FRANTICALLY FOR A PLACE TO REST MY WIFE AND

DOING SO BECAME AWARE OF A FLASH OF ANGRY GREEN
EYES AND A BLURRED STREAK OF BLACK FUR MATTED
WITH BLOOD.,.

r~

EnCUMBERED WITH AMELIA, X TRIED AWKWARDLY TO

BUT STRAt&HT AT THE FACE
BREAK THE ANIMAL'S CHARGE WHEN WITH A HELLISH THE GUARD*
SCREAM SHE HURLED HERSELF INTO THE AIR J NOT AT
HUTCHESON AS WE EXPECTED.
. . .

OF

Placing- ambja on a bench outside, i ran back, crouching

front of the iron virgin was the cat, purring loudly as
she licked the blood which trickled through the seam
of the deadly machine,'

in

50 MUCH FOR OUR

FABLE OF FELINE
FRENZY... ALL SET

FOR OUR NEXT

TERROR TALE?
WHAT? X DON'T
HEAR ANY ANSWERS,
FIENDS.. i-CAT&OT

YOUR TONGUE?
HEE, HEE,'

1 THINK NO ONE WILL CALL ME CRUEL BECAUSE. I SEIZED ONE

OF THE OLD EXECUTIONER'S SWORDS AND SHORE HER IN TWO

AS SHE CROUCHED.

The glass of the bus window is cold on your face as you PEER anxiously into the
NIGHT FOR SOME SIGN THAT THE LAST LEG OF YOUR INTERMINABLE JOURNEY IS NEARLY OVER
OUTSIDE, THERE IS ONLY THE SAME MONOTONOUS BLEND OF SNOW AND SKY YOU SINK SACK INTO THE OVERHEATED INTERIOR AND FIND YOURSELF DRIFTING INTO AN UNCOMFORTABLE 5LEEP.

BUT YOU, RABID READERS, BETTER STAY AWAKE BECAUSE THIS

BUS IS TAKING YOU INTO ATERROR TEMPEST... PERHAPS YOUR
NERVES CAN STAND IT IF YOU
STEEL YOURSELVES AND TAKE
ADVANTAGE OF THE--

ART BY JERRY GRANDENETTI/SCRIPT BY ARCHIE GOODWIN

If WHAT A WAY TO WAKE UP

'* BUS DEPOT CLOSED, HO
ANYWHERE/ FOR
OF A

SI&N
LIGHT
ALL I KNOW THEY DON'T EVEN
HAVE ELECTRICITY HERE...

Horror and
revulsion ride

with your
very heartbeat

as you staoc-er.
near what the
alley's inky

shadows had
mercifully
HIDDEN...

YOU BUNK IN STUPID, UNBELIEVINGSHOCK AT THE LIGHT'S BLINDINGGLARE, THEN FULLY COMPREHEND THE
DANGER OF YOUR POSITION AS A HARSH,
ANGRY VOICE SHOUTS INTO THE NIGHT.

rmS WAYFTHIS WAV, MEN!

X'VE

FOUND

MMP/R

H/M,' THE #<3*.ytf#.

IS

CORNERED/

But there is NO TIME FOR EXPLANATIONS ... YOU face a wall of HATE-TWISTEP FACES, A FACADE
OF WITHERING HOSTILITY THAT IS ALREADY TRYING YOU ANP SENTENCING YOU TO DEATH
.

TOWN BOARDED UP YOU

MANAGED TO FIND THAT POOR GIRL,
WE TRAMPED THE COUNTRYSIDE
DO THIS...

WITH THE WHOLE

STILL

EH? WHILE

SEARCHING, YOU DARED

LISTEN/

'

X HAD

NOTHING TO DO WITH r
X'M A STRANGER %-'
HERE-, I-

THIS,

we've sun

au we

HE&TOStt!

yoUR, PLEAS AND CRIES FALL ON DEAF

EARS, AND YOU REALIZE THE ONLY WAY

,JW,yOLI RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.' SCRAMSLING BLINDLY, KNOWING ONLY THAT
YOU'RE MOVING- AWAY FROM THE
HOWLING! MADDENED HOARD WHICH

HEELS

ON YOUR
AS THE VERY SNOW ITSELF GRABS
AND CLIN&S TOYOUR CHURNING LEGS
AS THOUGH BENT ON DELIVERING YOU TOTHEMOB...
THUNDERS HARD

YOUR EYES TEAR

AND STREAM WATER;
YOUR FEET BECOME

LEADEN,.. YOUR HEAVING

CHEST PULLS IN ICY AIR
THAT RIPS DOWN YOUR

THROAT TO STRIKE
LIKE

DAGGERS

IN

YOUR TORTURED
LUNGS.. .YOUR
ENTIRE THROBBING BODY

SCREAMS
FOR REST.

to go to pieces
is no time to get up you feel yourself start
GEANCE-/HAD FACES DRAWS TIGHTLY AROUND YOU.. r-=

There

as the circle of ven- ""'""""''

FROM EVERY DIRECTION, HANDS LAY HOLD OF YOUR PITIFULLY STRUGGLING- FORM, PINNING YOU HOPELESSLY TO THE GROUND. YOU CRY WITH PAIN AS THE FRESHLY SHARPENED WOODEN STAKE IS SHOVEP
INTO POSITION OVER YOUR HEART.. .THEN, THROUGH THE WELLING TEARS IN YOUR EYES, YOU SEE
HAMMER COME SWISHING DOWN IN ONE POWERFUL STROKE...
.

THE

Without

thinking-,

you bend close, reaching-

OUT TO THE PALE THROAT TO MAKE CERTAIN

OF THE PRESENCE OF THE SAME SNAKE-UKE
WOUND AS IN THE DREAM, WHEN THE LI&HT
HITS

you

AOAIN, THE 5AME CROWD OF SULLEN FACES

MATERIALIZE, YOU RECO&NIZE THEM ALL... AND
>OU REAUZE IF EVER YOU ARE GOING- TO GAIN
FROM WHAT THE DREAM REVEALED TO YOU, IT
HAS TO BE NOW/ r
1

LISTEN.'

X KNOW WHAT

yDU'RE THINKING-... IT LOOKS LIKE iVE KILLED

THIS 6-IRL.' BUT, yOU'VE GOT TO HEAR ME OUT..,
THERE'S A WAY OF TESTING- WHAT YOU SUSPECT'

I N A FLASH/ yOU SEE THE EYES OF THE CROWD OO RED WITH BLOODLUST AND EVEN AS THE
FALLS OFF YOUR TONGUE, yOU REALIZE YOUJp BE FAR BETTER OFF JUST TO SCREAM.'/

Hed, deli I Just goes to show you -there's a big difference between dreams and
reality, &n, kiddies? Actually, -toe Sterksburg vampires areWt so smart; they're
just winding up with one move mouth -to -feea. I suppose, if no more visitors

show

up, they'll

soon beat each

other's Throats'

WORD

..GHOSTS! WE'VE RECEIVEP REPORTS

OF STRANGE MUSIC COMING FROM THE OLP
ALHAMBRA ON BANK STREET. RESEARCH
PEPARTMENT SAYS THE OWNER LIVES
RIGHT NEXT POOR... HE'LL SEE
YOU THIS EVENING.

THANKS FOR
THIS CHANCE,

MR. FOSTER.
I'LL

CO MY

THIS GUVMANAGEP THE THEATRE IN THE

OLP PAYS. GET SOME HUMAN INTEREST
STUFF; WHAT THE PLACE WAS LIKE IN ITS
HEYPAY. MAYBE THERE'S A STORY
THAT WOULP EXPLAIN WHAT'S
GOING ON NOW...
.

BEST/'

HEH, HEH,
MAYBE YOU'LL
EVEN SEE THE
GHOST/

iCTioa

msmm I

ART BY ANGELO TORRES/SCRIPT BY JOHN BENSON

&.

BOB STEWART

IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE I WA5

PPUNPING AWAY ON THE PIANO IN
THAT LITTLE THEATRE, SUPPLYING
MUSICAL MOOP TO THE FLICKERING
MAGIC ON THE SCREEN ABOVE/
BUT I WAS AMBITIOUS... I WANTEP/
TO 6E AN ORGANIST IN ONE OF THE /
BIG MOVIE PALACES. FINALLY,
I GOT MY CHANCE...

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SCREEN, SUSAN BEGAN TO WONPEE...

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TO 5PIN

AS

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LIKE

OLP

KIRE

WAS AAASKMG

HIS

TRUE FEELINGS, EH, KIPPIES.?

WELL. THAT BRINGS AM ENP TO THIS SHRIEK SHOWING, SO I SUG

GEST you MOVE ON WHILE I REEL OFF MY NEXT HORROR HANPIWORK...

ART BY ROCCO MASTROSERIO/SCRIPT BY CARL WESSLER

ZnITIAL

PROCESSING COMPLETED, HENRY FOLLOWED

THE CAPTAIN

VOUKOWN

DOWN SOMBER HALLS LEADING

PRIVATE

ROOM, HENRY/ YOU'

BE COMFORTABLE,
AND IF THERE'S ANYTHING YOU WANT...
WELL, WE'RE
HERE TO HELP
YOU...

TO...

7V)EN

DUNNON LEFT HIM AND HENRY

,

DIDN'T MIND. ..EVEN WHEN THE KEY

RATTLED OUTSIDE THE DOOR, LOCKING
IT WITH A CLICK...

YES, YES.'

you CAN'T DO THIS TO ME I rtf "^E^E'S JUST

HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING TO NO PLEASING
YOu IS WERE
DESERVE THIS LET At
'

OUT/ YOU MUST BE T_-^JWENR.Y ? VERY

CRAZY TO PUT /ME IN VT WE LL, X LL GIVE
HEfJE / LET ME OUT' l\ VOU P NE ^ORE
.'

'

'

IT'LL

BE GOOD JUST
TO HAVE SOME ONE TO TALK

7Ue doctors' voices

man and

mis

droned on..,

environment,

adaptability to surroundings...

they talked on and on just

as myrtle had done...
,

(tfENKY PEERED ANXIOUSLY, DESPERATELY FROM

ONE FATUOUS, SMILING FACE TO THE NEXT, TRy/NG
TO CONVINCE THEM

GET LIFE IMPRISONMENT, LOSE MY

I'LL

WIFE'S INSURANCE
MONEY,,, WOULD I
ADMIT ALL THIS IF

I WERE INSANE'

THE CREEPY FAN CLUB/

Step
right
in,
WRITHING
READERS (Watch out for the
vampires, they're a little batty),
and draw yourselves down into
the dungeon for another MONSTROUS MEETING of ye olde

CREEPY FAN CLUB conducted

There Angelo made the dethat art would be his

cision

career and immediately began

his formal training by entering the School of Industrial
Arts. Shortly after graduating
in 1951, Angelo was drafted,

by your own master of mayhem, UNCLE CREEPY. There

winding up as a radio opera-

are

made it possible for him to

attend the Cartoonists and Illustrators School after finish-

plenty

of

pulsating

pro-

ceedings lined up for you, so

let's
leap right in to the

WEIRD WORKS

tor

in

Burne

trators.

One whose

rabid

rendering of my scream stories

has placed him high on the
of you fans' fear favorites

list
.

Korea.

The

G.I.

Bill

ing
his
service
time.
He
studied under "Tarzan" artist,

To begin with, we have this

month's bubbling biography of
yet another of our eerie illus-

ANGELO TORRES!

Hogarth

and

Williamson and began working

him on some of the
stories Al was doing for EC
comics. Angelo's abilities won
him successive scholarships
his first two years at the
with

Stan Lee at -Timely. Unfortunately, Ange was breaking onto the scene at a bad period
in comics history, and about
the time he was going to do
work on his own for the popular

and

well-done

EC

line,

they, along with many other

firms, went out of business.
For about a year, Angelo

continued working with Stan

inveterate movie fan, especially of serials. Luckily for lovers'

of comic art, one of Angelo's
relatives used to buy prac-

comic book that

came out (he had a shed piled
high with them), and these he
shared with Ange. This, plus
absorbing the Sunday funnies,
soon 'had Angelo writing and
drawing his own strips by the
time he was nine or ten. When
he was fifteen, his parents
dragged him out of the local
movie theater, and they moved to New York.
tically every

34

doing other freelance

Lee,
work in the meantime, most of
which was advertising. A call
from

Bob Powell turned out

to be an invitation to try his

hand at humorous illustration,
which Angelo had never attempted before. He proved to
have a flair for it which developed into regular work first

from Powell, then CRACKED,

and finally SICK where Angelo
continues to be a regular contributor.

When CREEPY was

being formed, Al

Angelo and his attractive wife,

live on a farm in the

Joan,
hills

of

Pennsylvania,

sur-

rounded by over eighty acres

of woods and wildlife, which
both of them enjoy observing.'
Besides fishing, and hunting
and target shooting on occasion, photography is Ange's

prime pastime, and he hopes

to graduate to a movie camera.
His ambitions reach from traveling
around the country
sketching, np'rrtir.;-. and photographing, to catching up on
his reading, but all seem tn
boil down to just enjoying lifr>
We figure he's really entitled
that, benause his artwork constantly makes life a
more enjoyable for the
lot

to just

rest of us.

became

further influenced by Hal Foster and others.

While there, Angelo met Al

school, and in his third year

he won a contest sponsored
by Timely comics (now Marvel)
in which all contestants did
versions of the same story and
the winner was published in
one of Timely's fantasy comics.
This paved the way for Angelo
to do more work for editor

Angelo's birthplace was Santurce, Puerto Rico on April

14th, 1932. The silver screen
captured Angelo's fancy even
ahead of comics, and by the
time he. was five, he was an

you fiendish fans,

constantly attest.
Recently married Ca little
over a year at this writing),
critics, all

Williamson

recommended Angelo, and comic fans have been the better

for it ever since ... His fine
pen and ink style as well as
his wild wash work has brought
a dynamic dimension to all his
jobs for Warren Publishing, as
the compliments of the final

Having cruelly chronicled

sionals, let's turn to some

another of our pulsating profesMONSTROUS MATERIAL submitted

by you FIENDISH FANS. For those of you aching to see your
eerie efforts on these pages, remember you must be a
club member and we can only tell that if you give your club
number with each submission. For best printed results, art
should be done in black ink or very dark pencil and not folded.
Now, our first CONVULSING CONTRIBUTION, by member No.
567, DANNY CHADBOURNE, of Bryan, Texas .

own

Below,

BARRY HOFFMAN, CFC

No. 249 of Flushing, New York

contributes his idea of a mate
for me . . Thanks a lot, Barry!
And to the right, DOYLE
SHARP, No. 206. Boswell, Indiana, offers a weird work
with a little bite in it!
.

close

Let's

out

with

some

FICTION from a
Lunenburg, Massachusetts Fan

Lighting their candles, the

boys moved toward the beckoning darkness, Dave first,

Clubber, GEOFFREY R. LUCIER,

whose terrifying tale
leads us into horror via the .

all

FEARFUL

The
their
Rick,

three
bikes,

boys

pedaling

Tom and

Dave,

had been waiting

for this

Saturday all week. Ever since

they had heard older boys talk
about the oid sewer pipes and
the
adventure of exploring
them, they decided to try it
themselves.
It was a beautiful
morning

and

made

their excitement

it

even better. They pedaled for

an hour and then approached
the oid dirt path that led to
the sewer pipe. Jumping off
their bikes, not bothering to
stand them up, they raced to
the yawning hole in the side
of the hill.
"You bring the candles?"
asked Dave.
"Yeah," Tom said, "and a
flashlight just in case."

"How about something

to

eat?" Rick asked.

"For cryin' out loud! Is that
all you think about
food?"
said Tom angrily.
"Well,
I'm
hungry,"
Rick
.

whined.

"Maybe if you didn't eat so

much, you wouldn't be such a
chicken!" Tom said.
"Oh, let's get started and
stop arguing!" Dave said.
fat

foliowed by Tom, then Rick.

As they entered the pipe, they
sensed something eerie,
something evil. They could
smell the damp concrete, and
they could hear the faint trickling of water. Dave was constantly cursing the cobwebs
and Rick grew more terrified
as they got deeper into the
darkness. Their shadows from
the candles' flickering light
made grotesque forms on the
curved walls of the damp pipe.
Soon, they were so deep into
the hill's interior, they could
no longer see the tiny white
speck that was the pipe's en-

That was when

heard the sound.

they

first

"What was that?" cried Rick,

"What was what?" Dave said
"You mean you didn't hear
Sort of a growling sound,
then after that like someone
pounding the pipe with a rubber hammer
You mean
you didn't hear it? At all?"
it?

"No, not
.

a" thing.

was thunder
"Well

batteries

out of here!"
"All right, go, you big chic-

You big 'scairdy cat'!"

don't care what you guys

ken.
"I

say, I'm gettin' out of here but

..."

Maybe

it

or something."
Maybe you're
.

"Of course I'm right!"

Nothing further was said
after that for they had come
to a section of the pipe that
seemed wrapped in a weird

atmosphere of its own. Suddenly, the two candles went

out and the flashlight dimmed.
"What the heck?" Dave said,

sides of the Pipe and bumping

their heads against the top.
Suddenly, Dave heard Tom
take in his breath sharply.

"Dave
DAVE
IT'S
GOT ME
HELP ME,
."
PLEASE HELP ME

but

said.

NO

NOOOOOOOO

AAAAAII1IIIEEEEEEE!!!!"
"Oh, my God, what could've
.

The

Suddenly, the crawl'ng sound

stopped. Then the most horrible scream the boys had ever
heard echoed through the pipe.

Tom and Dave both listened

as they heard the terrified boy
away from them.
"Boy, what a chicken!" Dave
hastily crawl

Dave spun around

in

time

to see a creature from Hades

tear into his friend. The thing
was toad-like in appearance,

quick!"

had huge clawed hands.

head had interlocking

fangs which overlapped onto

the lips, and the eyes were
without pupils or irises. They
were bright blood red. Dave
could only crouch petrified as
the creature struck with its
claws,
killing
his
terrible
hideous
friend.
Then
the
mouth lowered to the fallen

to him?" Tim said.

don't know but
don't
to find out! Maybe he's
trying to scare us . .
Hey, Rick, you all
right? Rick, answer
Please

happened
"I

want

patiently.

right

new

in

."
last week .
"Got any more matches?
want to light the candles again
and we can go on," said Tom.
"Not me!" Rick said, "I'm get-

"No

trance.

put

just

"I

tin'

just

RiCK

This seemed to shock Dave

into reality again. He threw
down the flashlight and crawled as fast as he could. The

demon thing began

to follow

him, but now that Dave was

alone, he began to outdistance
it.
But soon he began to tire
and the beast was at his heels.
And, then, up ahead, Dave
saw light! Saved at last! This
both strained their ears for made him crawl faster and
the slightest sound. Then they faster. He had to go around a
heard a pounding such as Rick corner to reach the light, but
had described
Like somehe would make it. Faster
thing massive, huge, a"nd in- 10 yards
faster ... 5 yards
finite in strength forcing its
faster
he made it!
way along the pipe . Toward Coming to the co-ner, Dave
them!
paused to look behind him as
"Let's get out of here!"
he went around the turn. Safe
.

answer
RICK!"
Then they heard the sound.
A deep low-pitched growl, and
something
breathing.
They
.

screamed Tom.
Dave leading,

both
they
crawled
faster
and faster,
scraping their elbows on the

at last

A deep

But"

what was that?

breathing?

He was

afraid to look in front of him,

for he knew what was there!

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13!

READY FOR SOME ACID ART APPRECIATION, DUNGEON

DWELLERS? HAND ME MY HORROR HAMMER AND CHILL
CHISEL, AND YOUR FAVORITE UNCLE WILL KNOCK OUT
A LITTLE MONSTBRPIECE ALL ABOUT A MASTER
SCULPTOR WHO MANA&ES TO CAPTURE...

ART BY EUGENE COLAN/SCRIPT BY ARCHIE GOODWIN

ONLY ONE SCULPTOR HAS CAPTURED

STAI/ROS DI/AITSIOS,' A

TRUE
TRUE GENIUS,' HE WASTES NO TIME WITH
GROTESQUE, UNBELIEVABLE MONSTERS,

FEAR

. .

HE DOES PEOPLE... CAU&HT

IN

THE

MOMENT OF EXTREME HORROR!

MAGNIFICENT,'
IF

YOU EVER HOPE

FOR SUCCESS,
DIMITRIOS IS THE
MAN yOU MUST EQUAL)

WHAT'S IT ID YOU, J YOU THINK By

^ RASPING AND
OLD MAN? ^
FEELING- THE STONE,

THE SKILL WILL RUB OFF

onto you... you think you
CAN TOUCH THE SECRET OF
SUCH A STATUE.' BAH.' ONLY ONE
MAN HAS THE POWER TO
"
CREATE LIKE THIS... ME.'
D/MITR/OS!

<TEALTHIJ.y CURIOUSLY,

fiOLBERT BEGAN TO
STAVROS DIAAITRIOS

FOLLOW
AS THE UGLY BENT FI&URE
WENT ABOUT STRANGE
BUSINESS FOR A MASTER
SCULPTOR...

Hardly daring to breathe,

houbert ed&ed forward to
the &lass of the sk/ught,
his eyes straining-

to catch

what the moonlight revealed

of the studio's darkened interior,

faint chuckling-

filtered out to him from

the hunched form of
dimitrios. the sculptor's
drinking companion was not
to be seen

Even as the scream began, diivutrios,

Eyes TIOHTLY SHUT, FtlCKEP off the
LIGHT, AND IN THE ROOM'S BLACKNESS,
PUSHED SHUT THE LID OF THE METAL
BOX WITH HIS CANE. ONLV THEN, DID HE
CONTINUE SPEAKINC-...

"TUPGING FROM THE HAPPY HUM OF ALL THOSE LITTLE IRIDIUM-5PON6E BRAIN5,
YOU'RE ALL SET FOR ANOTHER SESSION WITH OUR MECHANICAL MARVEL.-, GET

REAPYTOJ3E BUSTER

UP,

CANS,""

the BMc/cf/sre/we micHHAD pinned?

One short week before eve's trial.' could x expose
.THREE OF
BROUSH1= M| TO AJ OLD WAREHOUSE WHERE
OF THEIR KILLINSS ON HER? A LEAP HAP
MECHANICAL EARS OE
THE MOBSTERS WHISPERED PLANS, NOT AWARE THAT THE SHARP
anar* iiur nFTFrnw: h/frf favfsppoppinit.
SHUT YOUR TRAP, LEFTY/
THE BOSS SAYS TO LAY LOW
NEVER
SAY
THE
BOSS
DIDN'T
THAT
MBTAL
OAME
UNTIL
TOMENTION HIS NAME...
&ETS THE RAP... FOR GUYS
ANYWHERE, ANYTIMEWE BUMPED OFF.' HA, HA.'
I

ART BY JOE ORLANDO/SCRIPT BY EANDO BINDER FROM HIS ORIGINAL STORY

But jack and

were not
overjoyed when
kay

they heard the

NEWS...

HARVEY BRIGG, OF ALU PEOPLE.' WHO

WOULD EVER SUSPECT HIM OF BEINGBOSS OF THE CITY'S BIGGEST CRIME

RING? AND THAT'S JUST THE TROUBLE,

ADAM... YOU'D NEVER GET ENOUGH
EVIDENCE AGAINST HIM IN ONE YEAR,
LET ALONE ONE WEEK.' HOPELESS.'

NOT FOR ADAM

LINK, DETECTIVE.'

DRIVE

ME TO MY

MOUNTAIN CABIN
AND LABORATORY/

MY SUPERSENPICK-UP DEVICE.,,

ALL POURED INTO

B"ITIVE

SHANE MUST BE *\ OUR BOOKIES

BRIGG'S "CONTACT
COLLECTED
MAN," THE ONE WHO 1 50 GRAND
REPORTS ON THE GANG'S \ JEWELRY
WIDESPREAD CRIMINAL JJOBWENT
ACTIVITIES,' J_~S WITHOUT

,.

A HITCH,

.., THENCE MILES AWAY TO THE

TAPE RECORDER |N JACK'S APARTMENT.

That was the

significant

thing..,

and harvey brigg gloated...

WU

YES, SHANE,' TWO OF )

WON'T
< LAUGH WHEN
KILLINGS G-ET

OUR

BLAMED ON EVE LINK,' \THE LAW

ANY JURY WILL BELIEVE S HEARS
SHE 5 A "FRANK6N5TEIN"J THIS
ROBOT AND CONVICT /PLAYBACK,
CUNNING
HER,' HA, HA/ " J
l

FRIEND.'

|T LEAD

TOA

LONELY SHACK...
1

ONLY i l-IT'S THE DICK WE

SHE
1 SHOT AMD BURNED AT
VtON'T.' ) THE WAREHOUSE/

K!___~ 4 H-HOW CAN HE STILL

^r-r"\\V-ji

BE ALIVE?

v!Sxb/'*--jO

L^J^M

^1/5

i^N

w;

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^^
^^^^

rja

THE SAME
J S-BARE AW72U
REASON I CAN <v UNDER HIS COAT.'
THROU&H
LIVE

ALL THE G-UNFIRE

VOU POUR AT ME/

\ IT'S ADAM
)

LINK.

THE
"

'

After i took her home,

r. decided to comTACT eve BY RADIO- TELEPATHY AND CHEER HER.

BUT X &OT AN EVEN &REATER SHOCK THEN...

UP...

WHERE ALL

HI5

,Gm& S CRIMES ARE

l

LISTED? OH, NO,..

THEN X HAVE NO
PROOF THAT HE'S
"

BOSS OF THE

BLACK FIST

/OUR CONFESSION, SRIGG... AFTER I GET

RID OF THIS HUMAN GARBAGE! YOU WILL FREE
EVE FROM THE BLACK FIST KILLINGS OF JOHN
PEERING-

AND

TONI PUCELL1...IN WRITING/

y-YES,
I HAVE STEEL MUSCLES WITH
THE STRENGTH OF TEN MEN.' I yP-P-PLEASE!
I'LL DO
CAN CRUSH yOU TO PULP IN
ANYTHING.'
MY BARE METAL HANDS..
UNLESS YOU DO AS I SAY/

BUT X HAD UNDERESTIMATED THE BODYGUARD, FOR

HE SEIZED A FIRE AX FROM THE HALL AND...

LAST DESPAIR-

ING-

IN

GOOD-BY,

RADIO-TELEPATHY

WENT TO EVE
HER JAILCELL...

CALL

EVE;

I-I'M...DONE

FOR/ AND
YOU'LL GO TO
THE ELECTRIC
CHAIR.. .AFTER

ALL.' I'VE FAILED,

EVE

FAILED!

unNhHi

And soon a

fiendish plan was carried out,

conceived in the heartless mind of harvey
brigg, human monster/ r-

Heat would soon melt my iridium-sponge brain cells. ..and

searing electricity would later burn out eve's life circuits' our double doom seemed certain at this point... and
soon eve, and adam link, the first two intelligent robots,
would be gone from the world... forever...

AUTUMN IS ON THE WINP. A HINT Of CHILL TO COME TINGES THE BREEZE THAT
SCATTERS DRY LEAVES ACROSS THE GLOOM OF A STARLESS NIGHT, AND MAKE5
TREES CREAK ANP MOAN, THEIR BRANCHES SCRATCHING AT THE PARKNESS...
ANP SO OUR PULSATING PROLOGUE 0ESINS, AS TWO POLICEMEN SLOWLY

P/ltfG

PACE THEIR GLOOMY SEAT...

V
M
k

MY FIRST ASSIGNMENT, AND I

GET BROKEN IN FOR THIS GRAVE
YARD TOUR.' HOW CAN YOU
STAND THE QUIET, DOWNEY?

^f

DON'T LET

IT

FOOL YOU,

LAD..,,

I WE'VE HAD OUR SHARE OF TROUBLES

^^W

AROUND HERE LATE L - - -

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For. a time after he diep, epward nugent PRIFTED im A LIMBO WITHOUT DIMENSION, WITHOUT THOUGHT; LIKE
A DREAMLESS SLUMBER ...THEN, SENSATION WAKENED IM HIS FLOATING FORM AND HE FOUNP HIMSELF DRAWN
INTO A HALFWORLD OF HORROR, A SHIFTING, CHANGING NIGHTMARE THAT REACHED OUT AND ENSULFED HIM AN
AMOBEA UNIVERSE WRAPPING AROUND HIM, PULLING HIM TO ITS CORE

ART BY STEVE DITKO/SCRIPT BY ARCHIE GOODWIN

He WAS LOCKED IN GRIPS alien and repulsive, carried BY THING'S SIRED FROM SEEDS OF MADNESS...
CREATURES TO MAKE HIM WONDER IF DEAD MEN
MIGHT

GO

MAD-'

YOU ARE LATE,

EDWARD NUGENT;
HE WILL HOT E
KEPT WAITING.

The

iron grasps, the hideous clutchin&s did not

nu&ent felt the urge to rage, to struggle, to burst free of the unspeakable guard

lessen

A MISTAKE/
I SHOULDN'T
BE TREATED
THIS/

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NU&ENT PRESSED CLOSE

TO THE FIRMAMENT BENEATH HIM AS THOUGH

MIGHT SWALLOW HIM

AND HIDE HIM FROM
IT

THAT WHICH HE WAS

AFRAID TO LFT HIS
HEAD TO SEE, A VOICE
LIKE VELVET- WRAPPED

THUNDER SPOKE
NAME.,,

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THE MIGHTY ONE,
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BEFORE THE PRINCE
[
OF DARKNESS, BE'

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TIGHTENED, UNTIL
HE SCREAMED WITH
THE PAIN OF IT,.,
THEN, SUDDENLY,
TOO SUDDENLY,
HE WAS RELEASED...

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YOU'RE MAKING

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WE MADE A
BARGAIN.' I'VE

WORN THIS SIGN

OF YOURS SINCE
AS PROOF
.

SURELY YOU
HAVEN'T FOR-

GOTTEN, SURELY
YOU WOULDN'T

Z FOR&ET
NOTHING-'
THIS

IS

ONLY A

CHANCE TO
RECONSIDER...
TO CALL THE

BARGAIN OFF
AND ACCEPT
YOUR FATE AS
IT NOW STANDS
Behind him caw\e a great rumble, and nugent
turned to find himself teetering on the brink
of a huge precipice. ..echoing out of the depths
came tortured cries of the doubly damned and
barely discernable to the eye were quiveringnameless., .things,.. unconsciously, he began to
back away.

Y-YOU'RE TRYING

WITH THE ROTTEN LIFE

YOU GOT ME

I'VE LEAD,

EITHER WAY, BUT WITH

THE PACT I'M GONNA
GET A LOTTA GOOD
YEARS IN BEFORE YOU
DO.' WHAT DO YOU THINK

X MADE

IT

FOR?

TO FRIGHTEN ME
SCARE ME OUT OF
THE DEAL

IT...

WAS

DIED
YOU'D GIVE ME
LIFE AGAIN, X
IF

COULD TAKE UP
WHERE X LEFT
OFF.-.

OKAY, OKAY, YOU'VE

HAD YOUR SAY/ NOW
X WANT TO OO BACK
AND X WANT TO OO
BACK Ri&HT NOW,
AS WE AGREED.

Once again, edward nugent found himself floating-, whirling-, FASTER AND FASTER, BEING- HEWED UP BY THE TERRIBLE
PARK WORLD THAT HAD SWALLOWED Him...
1

THEN, FAR ABOVE HIM, IN THE WORLD OF THE LIVING,

NUGENT HEARD SOUNDS. ..THE SOUNDS OF LABORING,
OF METAL DIGGING INTO EARTH ..CHIPP'NG AWAY AT
TH BLANKET OF SOIL THAT WAS SLOWLY SMOTHERING

L,

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YOU AKE, PLBASfc HURRY
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WHILE I CAN STILL CHEAT
HIM AND HIS PIT.' A UTTLE
BIT MORE AND...

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EPILOGUE: in THE SOFTEST LIGHTS, MAPNESS IS HARSH.

BY THE FLASHLIGHTS BEAM, IT IS ALL BUT CONTAGIOUS
BOTH POLICEMEN SHIVER AS THE BREEZE CATCHES
THE INSANE GIGGLING ANP FLINGS IT TO THE FAR

CORNERS OF THE CEMETERY...

A SILENCE
CEMETERY

TWO POLICEMEN ANP THE ONLY SOUNP IN THE

THE WINP WHICH HAS BECOME COLPER... AND PERHAPS, FAINT
SO PISTANT IT MIGHT BE FROM ANOTHER WORLP, A CRV...
SOUNP OF A SOUL IN TORMENT/

FALL5 OVER THE

IS

ABOVE THE

WINP,

LIKE THE