Uncle Creepy by Gary Martin after Bernie Wrightson

When I saw this piece, Uncle Creepy’s siren song just captivated me. I immediately bookmarked it and hoped it would still be available when I could snag it. Luckily, it was! Look at those lines!

Gary’s work speaks for itself, but allow me a few words…. From the deepest, darkest black, to the purest, brightest white, that candle’s drifting, disturbed smoke reaching…. Uncle Creepy seems to revel in it, in the candle’s melted wax merging with his skin, as he smiles at you, gleefully describing what he’s given you for this Creepy Christmas!

If you dared to reach for the tome upon which he rests…what would he say to you? Would your hands stop trembling enough to allow you to lift him off the cover, to open the dreaded volume? If so, you’re braver than I, dear reader! Now…what page is marked by that ribbon…what spell, what tale, what ghastly delight…?