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For the reader who hasn’t the endurance to go looking via numerous cabinets of books and magazines for adequate sturdy horror tales to provide a year’s worthy of nightmares—don't depression, these untroubled nights are over. accrued listed here are the simplest horror tales to be released in 1979. the following you will discover either conventional and non-traditional horrors, terrors from the supernatural and from the internal brain. a few of these tales are from the main famous authors of the myth style, others characterize basically an author’s first or moment released tale . . .

All of those tales do have one element in universal, despite the fact that, and that's their energy to create a powerful temper of worry and unease. In choosing those tales I no restrictive definitions, directions or taboos. My objective used to be to collect jointly the easiest . . .

WELCOME TO THEIR NIGHTMARES.

—Karl Edward Wagner, Editor

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