Happy Halloween
Jun 11, 2015
A collection of horror comic strips from indie authors. Free to download as a thank you to those who support the industry.
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Don’tgive me that. Traps are up,
there’s no need for a sweep.
So what’s up?
Have alaugh? Areyou fucking
kidding me?!?! I just
don’t like ghost stories,
that’s all.
Six monthsago I woke up dead in a church to find that the world had
become EVERY horror story all
at once! Look around you! Everyone
here but you has been turned into a freak or
a monster!
We’reconstantly under
attack from zombies, demons, trolls, and
half our friends have either disappeared or died in the last
few weeks!
I can’t thinkof anything more
pointless than telling spooky stories around
a stupid campfire when our liveshave enoughreal horror
in them.
Mate,they’re just
having a bit of fun is all. Just join in, have a
laugh.
That’sEXACTLY why they need this.
It’s just childish.
a halloween talewords: patrick cline
art: jon scrivens
Then, the man heard a sound.
He turned around and was face to
face… With the rotting corpse
of a young woman!
I never liked ghost stories.
Maggotscrawled on her flesh, her eye sockets were
empty,
and thewhite dress she’d been buried in was
tattered and stained by the dirt of the
grave she crawledout of!
I like them even less now.
You wholive in what was once my home… You
must help me to rest!
It wasmy husband who killed me, and he must pay!
Take my finger, and go to the
church on Sunday…
Jonas,you alright, mate? You’ll miss the good
bit if youwalk off.
Yeah,Vince, I’m fine. Just gonna do a perimeter
sweep.
Alright,but you’re missing the
good bit.
Put myfinger in the
collection plate as it goes around…..
Hey, wait! Where’re you getting off
to?
Just doinga perimeter
sweep, Dwayne.
Don’tgive me that. Traps are up,
there’s no need for a sweep.
So what’s up?
Have alaugh? Areyou fucking
kidding me?!?! I just
don’t like ghost stories,
that’s all.
Six monthsago I woke up dead in a church to find that the world had
become EVERY horror story all
at once! Look around you! Everyone
here but you has been turned into a freak or
a monster!
We’reconstantly under
attack from zombies, demons, trolls, and
half our friends have either disappeared or died in the last
few weeks!
I can’t thinkof anything more
pointless than telling spooky stories around
a stupid campfire when our liveshave enoughreal horror
in them.
Mate,they’re just
having a bit of fun is all. Just join in, have a
laugh.
That’sEXACTLY why they need this.
It’s just childish.
a halloween talewords: patrick cline
art: jon scrivens
Then, the man heard a sound.
He turned around and was face to
face… With the rotting corpse
of a young woman!
I never liked ghost stories.
Maggotscrawled on her flesh, her eye sockets were
empty,
and thewhite dress she’d been buried in was
tattered and stained by the dirt of the
grave she crawledout of!
I like them even less now.
You wholive in what was once my home… You
must help me to rest!
It wasmy husband who killed me, and he must pay!
Take my finger, and go to the
church on Sunday…
Jonas,you alright, mate? You’ll miss the good
bit if youwalk off.
Yeah,Vince, I’m fine. Just gonna do a perimeter
sweep.
Alright,but you’re missing the
good bit.
Put myfinger in the
collection plate as it goes around…..
Hey, wait! Where’re you getting off
to?
Just doinga perimeter
sweep, Dwayne.
The bogeymanmight as well have literally come out
from your FLIPing wardrobe and
Personally ripped it out of your goddamn
hands.
Justinfelt his skull
crack and shift shape after
losing a damneye.
He has to live with what he’s done knowing that it could
happen again at any time.
Right now, whether he
knows it or not, the others are getting a piece
of that.
But for everymoment we get
where we aren’t seconds away from death, we have to enjoy the little
things.
Frankie issome sort of weird
monster killer from a possible future,
but is no older than the rest of you.
So as I walk back, ready to pretend I’m okay for the others’ sakes, I ask myself that very question: If I can’t enjoy these little things, then what the hell AM I surviving for?
You’re notmuch more
than children, any of you.
You’ve had what’s left of your childhood taken from you
by force.
I doubthe’s ever had a chance to just enjoy a simple story
like this.
Even ifhe still had his
stupid video games,I doubt he’d have the depth perception to be any good at the
damn things.
Vincentwent full blown
werewolf and tore his own
family to pieces.
He stillhas to live with
the fear of becoming that bigger beast
and losing control.
AndJim’s got
nothing. Can’t feel the fire, can’t eat the
food…
Theworld is a horrifying
place these days, you’re not wrong.
Otherwise…What the
hell are we surviving
for?
It’s when I realise that I can’t put away the thoughts in my head.Not for a minute, not for five minutes to listen to that campfire story.
I know for certain now, as Dwayne walks away, that my innocence died when I did for the first time.
I came back as a living corpse the night the world turned.
The answer is I have no idea, and that horrifies me more than anything in the world.
He’s beenthrough more pain than I can imagine
becoming what he is, and he still somehow
remembers how to occasionally be a kid
with no worries.
The bogeymanmight as well have literally come out
from your FLIPing wardrobe and
Personally ripped it out of your goddamn
hands.
Justinfelt his skull
crack and shift shape after
losing a damneye.
He has to live with what he’s done knowing that it could
happen again at any time.
Right now, whether he
knows it or not, the others are getting a piece
of that.
But for everymoment we get
where we aren’t seconds away from death, we have to enjoy the little
things.
Frankie issome sort of weird
monster killer from a possible future,
but is no older than the rest of you.
So as I walk back, ready to pretend I’m okay for the others’ sakes, I ask myself that very question: If I can’t enjoy these little things, then what the hell AM I surviving for?
You’re notmuch more
than children, any of you.
You’ve had what’s left of your childhood taken from you
by force.
I doubthe’s ever had a chance to just enjoy a simple story
like this.
Even ifhe still had his
stupid video games,I doubt he’d have the depth perception to be any good at the
damn things.
Vincentwent full blown
werewolf and tore his own
family to pieces.
He stillhas to live with
the fear of becoming that bigger beast
and losing control.
AndJim’s got
nothing. Can’t feel the fire, can’t eat the
food…
Theworld is a horrifying
place these days, you’re not wrong.
Otherwise…What the
hell are we surviving
for?
It’s when I realise that I can’t put away the thoughts in my head.Not for a minute, not for five minutes to listen to that campfire story.
I know for certain now, as Dwayne walks away, that my innocence died when I did for the first time.
I came back as a living corpse the night the world turned.
The answer is I have no idea, and that horrifies me more than anything in the world.
He’s beenthrough more pain than I can imagine
becoming what he is, and he still somehow
remembers how to occasionally be a kid
with no worries.
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