Pan Book of Horror Stories Series by Herbert van Thal

contents: William Sansom, ‘The Man with the Moon in Him’ Adobe James, ‘I’ll Love You – Always’ CA Cooper, ‘Command Performance’ MS Waddell, ‘The Treat’ Seabury Quinn, ‘Clair de Lune’ Christianna Brand, ‘The Sins of the Fathers’ Christine Campbell Thomson, ‘Message for Margie’ John Keir Cross, ‘The Other Passenger’ Basil Copper, ‘The Spider’ Edward Lucas White, ‘Lukundoo’ Alex Hamilton, ‘The Words of the Dumb’ Adobe James, ‘The Revenge’ EF Benson, ‘The Confession of Charles Linkworth’ John D... morecontents: William Sansom, ‘The Man with the Moon in Him’ Adobe James, ‘I’ll Love You – Always’ CA Cooper, ‘Command Performance’ MS Waddell, ‘The Treat’ Seabury Quinn, ‘Clair de Lune’ Christianna Brand, ‘The Sins of the Fathers’ Christine Campbell Thomson, ‘Message for Margie’ John Keir Cross, ‘The Other Passenger’ Basil Copper, ‘The Spider’ Edward Lucas White, ‘Lukundoo’ Alex Hamilton, ‘The Words of the Dumb’ Adobe James, ‘The Revenge’ EF Benson, ‘The Confession of Charles Linkworth’ John D Keefauver, ‘Kali’ Gerald Kersh, ‘Men Without Bones’ William F Nolan, ‘The Small World of Lewis Stillman’ Rene Morris, ‘The Living Shadow’ CA Cooper, ‘Bonfire’ MS Wadell, ‘Hand in Hand’ less

Inhuman humans... The Jolly Uncle and the dummy that sucked blood. The Unmarried Mother and the torture mask. The Film Director who flayed his girl alive. The Wife who turned into an insect. The Mother and Sister who emasculate a rapist.Spawned from Horror and Fear come the familiars of Terror - 23 awesome tales to haunt your days and chill your dreams - every one now published for the first time.

A dark world of deeds without a name... The bedroom that was deep in blood... The girl who slept with Satan... The rocking horse that became a whipping post... The rubber-faced man who left a trail of slime... A soft-voiced innocence that surrendered itself to corruption...Twenty-two tales to clutch your heart with the icy fingers of terror, leaving you sleepless with cold eyes - a prey to the malignant certainty of silent midnight.Contents: Chris Murray, ‘The Acid Test’... moreA dark world of deeds without a name... The bedroom that was deep in blood... The girl who slept with Satan... The rocking horse that became a whipping post... The rubber-faced man who left a trail of slime... A soft-voiced innocence that surrendered itself to corruption...Twenty-two tales to clutch your heart with the icy fingers of terror, leaving you sleepless with cold eyes - a prey to the malignant certainty of silent midnight.Contents: Chris Murray, ‘The Acid Test’.AGJ Rough, ‘Something in the Cellar’.John Christopher, ‘Ringing Tone’.Dulcie Gray, ‘The Necklace’.Walter Winward, ‘Self-Employed’.Rosemary Timperley, ‘Supper With Martha’.James Connelly, ‘Punishment by Proxy’.Frances Stephens, ‘The End of the Line’. Martin Waddell, ‘The Fat Thing’.B Lynn Barber, ‘The Flatmate’.Diana Buttenshaw, ‘The Ski-Lift’. CA Cooper, ‘Magical Mystery Trip’. Frances Stephens, ‘Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat’. David Lewis, ‘Long Silence, Old Man’.William Sinclair, ‘Terror of Two Hundred Below’. Dorothy K Haynes, ‘The Cure’.Alex Hamilton, ‘The Image of the Damned’.Norman P Kaufman, ‘A Sharp Loss of Weight’. Desmond Stewart, ‘An Experiment in Choice’.Robert Duncan, ‘The Evil One’.Joan Aiken, ‘Marmalade Wine’. John Arthur, ‘Monkey Business’. less

Unspoken fears that make the dark hours friendless to sleep...'He pushed the point of the hook into the stump, and began to turn it, exerting all his strength... Thick, dark blood welled up, like... like jelly that hasn't set...' - The Hook, Gilbert Phelps.'And then his wife turned round. What had once been his wife turned round.' - Strange Roots, David Case.'The old man was sitting at a table behind a pile of bones, chewing grotesquely on a severed, half-cooked arm... moreUnspoken fears that make the dark hours friendless to sleep...'He pushed the point of the hook into the stump, and began to turn it, exerting all his strength... Thick, dark blood welled up, like... like jelly that hasn't set...' - The Hook, Gilbert Phelps.'And then his wife turned round. What had once been his wife turned round.' - Strange Roots, David Case.'The old man was sitting at a table behind a pile of bones, chewing grotesquely on a severed, half-cooked arm.' - A Change of Heart, John Snelling.Twelve tales in eerie pursuit of the macabre as scenes of gibbering terror turn palsied blood to sickly gelatine.Gaylord Sabatini, ‘Vortex of Horror’.Conrad Hill, ‘So Much Work’. Harry Turner, ‘Shwartz’. Myc Harrison, ‘The Rat Trap’. Gerald Atkins, ‘Patent Number’. David Case, 'Strange Roots’. Alex White, ‘The Clinic’. Myc Harrison, ‘The Spider and the Fly’. John Snellings, ‘Change of Heart’. Gilbert Phelps, ‘The Hook’. Conrad Hill, ‘The Man and the Boy’.R Chetwynd-Hayes, ‘It Came to Dinner’. less

From the halls of darkness comes the clasp of terror...'Great chunks of bone kept bouncing up from where the hammer was splintering his skull.' - An Experiment With H20, Norman Kaufman.'Within the hour I shall be dead and I have yet to live.' - Debt Paid, Charles Thornton.'I inserted the knife and sawed through the tongue.' - On the Eve of the Wedding, Maureen O'Hara.'Somewhere in the darkness of that small room something evil and profoundly hideous was watching me... moreFrom the halls of darkness comes the clasp of terror...'Great chunks of bone kept bouncing up from where the hammer was splintering his skull.' - An Experiment With H20, Norman Kaufman.'Within the hour I shall be dead and I have yet to live.' - Debt Paid, Charles Thornton.'I inserted the knife and sawed through the tongue.' - On the Eve of the Wedding, Maureen O'Hara.'Somewhere in the darkness of that small room something evil and profoundly hideous was watching me.' - Diary of the Damned - David Lewis.Fourteen stories of the macabre to thicken your blood with ice-cold fear..."An Experiment With H20" by Norman P. Kaufman."The Evil Innocent" by Maureen O'Hara."Diary of the Damned" by David Lewis."Morning Echo" by Giles Gordon."The Tunisian Talking Ferret" by Harry E. Turner."The Municipal Gardener" by Christopher Bray."Jump To It" by Dulcie Gray."Debt Paid" by Charles Thornton."The Chicken-Switch" by Elleston Trevor."Virgin Territory" by Roger F. Dunkley."On The Eve Of The Wedding" by Maureen O'Hara."Revolt of the Ant People" by Lavan. E. Coberley."The Time Room" by Raymond Miller."The Bushmaster" by Conrad Hill. less

Primordial evil - to ensure you sleep all night with open eyes...'Her brain spattered on his shoes.' - The Remains of Reindeer, Monica Lee.'Some rotting flesh still clung to the bones and the eyes were intact in their sockets.' - Nobody's Child, Maureen O'Hara.'A loathsome monstrosity from beyond Space and Time.' - The Intention Turn, Jack Shackleford.'She exuded what I can only describe as erotic menace. I was her prey, and she was stalking me.' - The Hypnotist, Harry Turner... morePrimordial evil - to ensure you sleep all night with open eyes...'Her brain spattered on his shoes.' - The Remains of Reindeer, Monica Lee.'Some rotting flesh still clung to the bones and the eyes were intact in their sockets.' - Nobody's Child, Maureen O'Hara.'A loathsome monstrosity from beyond Space and Time.' - The Intention Turn, Jack Shackleford.'She exuded what I can only describe as erotic menace. I was her prey, and she was stalking me.' - The Hypnotist, Harry Turner.'But from the memory of Claygo Hall, I still recoil in terror.' - The Claygo Worm, Jonathan Cruise.Thirteen tales of unrelenting horror to slowly crystallize your blood... less

From the black realms of the nameless and the unspeakable...'His mouth was stretched wide open, so wide that the corners of it had split and fresh blood coursed over his chin.' - It's Hungry, Harry E. Turner.'It grew and grew... it was scaly, bore horrible and repulsive protuberances and was wet with spittle.' - The Fly-Eater, Barry Tonkin.'The dead eyes stared at me from the splintered skull, as I washed my hands in the reservoir of gore and bone and brain.. moreFrom the black realms of the nameless and the unspeakable...'His mouth was stretched wide open, so wide that the corners of it had split and fresh blood coursed over his chin.' - It's Hungry, Harry E. Turner.'It grew and grew... it was scaly, bore horrible and repulsive protuberances and was wet with spittle.' - The Fly-Eater, Barry Tonkin.'The dead eyes stared at me from the splintered skull, as I washed my hands in the reservoir of gore and bone and brain...' - Quod Erat Demonstrandum, Judith Eleanor Green.'The rat has eaten the baby...' - The Bravest Rat in Venice, Patricia Highsmith.Fourteen stories to pierce the mists of darkness with the icy needles of nightmare.Carolyne L. Bird, ‘Meat’.Patricia Highsmith, ‘The Bravest Rat in Venice’.Judith Eleanor Green, ‘Quod erat Demonstrandum’.Jane Gregory, ‘Belvedere’s Bride’.Myc Harrison, ‘The Coffin Flies’.Norman P. Kaufman, ‘Rest in Peace’. Monica Lee, ‘Stevie’. Samantha Lee, ‘The Island of the Seals’. Maureen O’Hara, ‘The Atheist’. Alan Temperley, ‘The Boy With Golden Eyes’. Charles Thornton, ‘Double Puppet’. Rosemary Timperley, ‘The Unknown Caller’. Barry Tonkin, ‘The Fly-Eater’. Harry E. Turner, ‘It’s Hungry’. less

Echoes from the dank, dark caverns of blood-freezing nightmare...'He suddenly became aware of the menace which gleamed at him out of dozens of pig-like eyes.' - A Trip Off the Map, James Hallums.'Obviously I'd have to drain the blood from that lovely figure of yours...' - Lady on Display, Norman Kaufman.'His limbs contorted with pain, he fell in a twisted muddle of flesh, bone and muscle to the cell floor.' - The Power Cut, Rosemary Timperley... moreEchoes from the dank, dark caverns of blood-freezing nightmare...'He suddenly became aware of the menace which gleamed at him out of dozens of pig-like eyes.' - A Trip Off the Map, James Hallums.'Obviously I'd have to drain the blood from that lovely figure of yours...' - Lady on Display, Norman Kaufman.'His limbs contorted with pain, he fell in a twisted muddle of flesh, bone and muscle to the cell floor.' - The Power Cut, Rosemary Timperley.'The sweet smell of the warm, rich blood had brought them out of their holes.' - Wild Bees, Golden Honey, Guy Delaway.Fourteen tales of terror from the black realms of the unspeakable and utterly hideous. less

Explore the dark caverns of the unknown in this collection of unspeakable horror...'His grey and pink brains oozed from his shattered skull and trickled down his eyeless face...' - The Gibbet Inn, Carl Schiffman.'He died as the negro's fingers closed over his liver and wrenched it free...' - Flayed, Harry E. Turner.'The rats were gigantic, as high as three feet and dragged themselves forward with hideous eagerness.' - Graveyard Shift, Stephen King... moreExplore the dark caverns of the unknown in this collection of unspeakable horror...'His grey and pink brains oozed from his shattered skull and trickled down his eyeless face...' - The Gibbet Inn, Carl Schiffman.'He died as the negro's fingers closed over his liver and wrenched it free...' - Flayed, Harry E. Turner.'The rats were gigantic, as high as three feet and dragged themselves forward with hideous eagerness.' - Graveyard Shift, Stephen King.Just a taste of the stark terror that awaits you in these fourteen tales of the gruesome and the macabre - so beware of fitful slumber and be sure to awake after the ghouls of the night have carried away your screaming nightmares for ever... less

Visions of unspeakable vileness...'Gwyneth placed the point of the pin on the iris of the left eye and pushed, sinking it in until the pinhead was flush with the surface of the eyeball.' - The Sleeping Prince, Angus Gellatly.'Across her face, from left to right, was a pink and white zipper that sealed off her mouth as tightly as a locked suitcase...' - Dr Dichter and the Terminal Cosmetic, Jane Louie.'She plunged white, bloodstained hands into the yawning cavity of his chest... moreVisions of unspeakable vileness...'Gwyneth placed the point of the pin on the iris of the left eye and pushed, sinking it in until the pinhead was flush with the surface of the eyeball.' - The Sleeping Prince, Angus Gellatly.'Across her face, from left to right, was a pink and white zipper that sealed off her mouth as tightly as a locked suitcase...' - Dr Dichter and the Terminal Cosmetic, Jane Louie.'She plunged white, bloodstained hands into the yawning cavity of his chest. A wild screech of delight tore itself from her throat as she grasped his heart...' - Rightfully Mine, Norman P. Kaufman....to stain the world with the sanguine tints of terror. less