I now give you a cover that frightened me so badly that not only did it haunt my dreams for years (and I'm not exaggerating), but it also scared me so that I couldn't buy it. Heck, I couldn't even flip it open. I never touched it (though I did finally buy it a few years back). I just saw it there in the rack, and I froze, transfixed. Wrightson--whose work I've come to adore--nails it oh so simply, with that outreaching arm inviting horrors unimaginable inside that gourd. And the complete black background commanded the eye to the center image, demanding you stare into the abyss. John Carpenter--eat your heart out.
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