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Just what kind of pitiful excuse for a website is this? It's Halloween and I've only just realised I've never reviewed a single issue of DC's Ghosts.
Ghosts was, of course, the most terrifying supernatural comic ever published because every single story printed in it was true.
I know this because it said so on the cover and I would never doubt the integrity of any company that would give me the chance to buy Sea Monkeys.
But this is where it all started for me; Ghosts #13, the first issue of this book I ever read, purchased from the now-demolished Sheaf Market.
Do the ghosts of long-gone stallholders now haunt that plot of land?
Who can say?
But I do know the dead haunt the pages of this comic.
And the first of its four tales is the cover story.
The Nightmare in the Sandbox sees an American agriculturalist who's moved, with his family, to Haiti, in order to teach the locals how to grow crops.
Sadly, it seems one of them is only interested in growing Evil.
And that's the local witch doctor who curses the family's sandpit and does such a good job of it that the agriculturalist's two children are almost pulled into the depths of Hell, through its floor.
Happily, they're rescued in time.
But the family dog isn't so lucky and is never seen again - although its whimpers can still be heard emanating from nowhere in particular.
There's only one thing to do. Call in another witch doctor and let her sort out the first one by hoisting him by his own petard - not to mention his own sandpit. It's quite a rare tale for a DC horror title, centering on a black family, as it does. Although the front cover seems to have decided to not let you know that.
Next, we have Voice of Vengeance in which a puppeteer's in the habit of revealing his audience members' secrets, during his act.
Sadly, when he reveals a local banker's been stealing from depositors, that banker decides to strangle him so hard he'll no longer be able to speak.
However, that doesn't stop the puppets from speaking and, at the next night's performance, they don't hesitate to point the finger at him. This is easily the strongest of the issue's tales. However, it's also the one that least manages to convince you it might be true.
Next, we get The World's Mightiest Mystic, a one-page text story I haven't read because it doesn't have any pictures in it and my tiny mind can only read stories that have pictures in them.
Now, we get Have Tomb Will Travel in which a career criminal doesn't live to regret killing a man and disposing of him in a vehicle destined for a car crusher.
Disastrously, for our crook, the car's metal is recycled into a new automobile. One which he just happens to buy - and it's barely five minutes after that before it starts to laugh at him and crashes itself into a cliff, killing him. I've checked and this was written well before Stephen King's Christine.
Finally, we get Hell Is One Mile High in which a wounded soldier in World War II Germany's left in a seemingly deserted castle while his friend goes for help, only for that wounded soldier to then encounter a murderous German whose nice daughter helps our hero escape and gives him her ring while she's at it.
Readers of horror comics will not be stunned to discover that, when that soldier returns to the castle, with his platoon, it's a burnt-out ruin and has been for months. This is easily the weakest of the tales and, basically, just runs out of steam at the end, as though no one working on it was really that bothered with it.
So, just how terrifying is this comic?
Not very.
To be honest, despite DC's protestations, I'm not totally sure these stories really are true, and they're generally not that inspired either.
Also, there's no overall host in the style of Cain and Abel or Morded, Mildred and Cynthia, which was always half the fun of reading DC's horror anthologies.
Still, that's that book covered.
But that raises another issue.
Ghosts.
Have you ever seen one?
And, if you have, are you willing to share the details of that encounter, in the comments section below?
Anyway, I'm off now to watch Doctor Who's first-ever Halloween special The Halloween Apocalypse, even though it's not on for other eight-and-a-half hours. That's how much preparation I need for such a descent into horror.
Happy Halloween to you and don't let the pumpkins get you.