Light a candle, draw a protective circle, and chant your prayers because you’re about to encounter tales of the occult and supernatural, all with a decidedly dark turn. Ancient curses, tribal rites, the horrors of the crucifixion – even Old Scratch himself makes an appearance! Assembled in this volume of classic tales by 19th and 20th Century masters are:<P>THE SUICIDE IN THE STUDY, by Robert Bloch<BR>THE GOLGOTHA DANCERS, by Manly W ...
I had just begun taking off my jacket when the door quietly opened and two men slipped swiftly into the room. <P> One was Frankie. The other I was seeing for te first time and not liking what I saw. Both were armed. Frankie had changed his his toy for a mansized .38, which he held in his gloved right hand.<P> No one spoke a word. The stranger tilted his gun toward the center of my face. Frankie swung his at the girl on the bed, pla ...
He was a tall, cleanly attractive young man, the kind you'd like to have for a neighbor. Press the wrong button and he'd mow you down with the ruthlessness of a Sherman tank. His name was Daniel Port. He was a gangster, the brain and spirit behind the machine that milked the dirty pennies from the city. Now Port wanted out. He had a bellyful of corruption, a one-way ticket to New York, and a dark, shining girl to go along with it. The ...
He had to be rid of both of these women—one who represented everything he should want, and did not, and the other who represented everything he wanted, and should not want. ...
KISSES OF DEATH<P> The first night with her led to a file of blackmail photographs worth a fortune.<P> KISSES OF DEATH<P> The second night with her led to danger, violence, and sudden death.<P> KISSES OF DEATH<P> The third night with her led to the one mistake no private eye should ever make… not even Peter Chambers.<P> ...
Lew Pool was in the bail bonding business for his health as well as for the buck. Lew had picked up a bad case of claustrophobia in the Korean War. And the only way he could get rid of his psycho-bug was to get his hands on a shady two-timer named Kreena.<P> Working near the jail, Lew figured that sooner or later he’d get a line on the whereabouts of the treacherous skunk who had the kind of talent for dirty work as kept the boys in blue ...
