What time is it?
That's right. It's Fright Time time.
Do you remember these? These books would haunt--haunt, I say--the shelves of every public library that I frequented in my youth. And yet I would never hear anyone talk about them, certainly not at the frequency of other horror heavies like Goosebumps and Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. And yet I would see them all the time. I actually got the bulk of my collection (which I still own) from my grandfather who would always pick up any spooky-related tome that he spotted from the Goodwill where he worked. Bless him.
Fright Time was an original series from Great Illustrated Classics, a fact that had previously eluded me and which now, in retrospect, makes perfect sense. The covers are quite similar to the literary adaptations that the publisher produced (of which I was a faithful devourer of as well), but Fright Time boasts a neat retro-comic book look that tickles my sensibilities, not to mention the identical interior print and the same pool of writers working on both series.
Up first is this awesome Uncle Creepy-lookalike menacing a sweatered boy in the "Madman on Main Street." Mmmarvelous!
Two snoopy kids in sweaters do a little spelunking on the side while a sardonic skeleton scans the scary scenario. Sssss.
Super creepy. Hooded fiends with glowing eyes are always an easy sell for me, but this bugger is sporting some nasty looking purple claws that look perfect for face-ripping.
These children learn from the errors of those who preceded them by opting for jackets over cozy sweaters but that doesn't keep the fetid corpse of a swamp man from tracking them down. I love the garish green color at work and how the title "Don't Breathe" hangs over the zombie.
There's a real weirdness to this one that has only come to me in degrees over the years. I always took the two sprouts pictured here to be adventurous companions like the ones in the previous covers, and for some reason I thought that the orange light was the outdoor glow like from a set of double doors opening (don't ask). But now that I'm older
and wiser, I wonder if the little girl is actually the ever-present Threat, but what is she exactly? An alien being beamed down from the mother ship? A ghost with a tangy phosphorescence? A groupie commanding the boy to rock on? I don't know, but that look on her face makes me uncomfortable.
Jack Torrance: The Early Years? It's pretty boss, actually. A thorny saber-tooth tiger with a face that really stays with you even after you've closed your eyes. Fright Time really had some serious artwork in the early "issues" compared to the cartoony renderings of other series. Why am I the only one who bought these?
The return of Gnarled Old Man! Look out, Marty McFly, he's gonna squish your head! That chick is about to karate chop his giant hand! Roller coasters!
It seems that orange sweaters became the Red Shirts of the Fright Time universe; the wearing of said article always ensured a child's brush with the supernatural, as the boy here will tell you just as he breaks off into a Bionic Man run.
Yikes! Did these tots get stranded on Dr. Moreau's island? It's kind of interesting how the boy's hand is positioned; are those merely his thumb and forefinger paralyzed with fear or did our bestial friend here nibble the rest off? These are questions that need to be asked.
"Allow me to break the ice." Let's hear it for the ever-reliable skull. Nothing says "horror" like that grinning mask that lies underneath our fleshy facades. I like to think that this cover was a Christmas greeting card that quickly went to hell.
Now what the hell is going on here? Is this kid at the beach? Why is he sitting in water with his pants and shoes on? Out of all the things to be wearing in the water, those have to be in the top two. Was he about to begin a race? What has summoned the grimy sea captain from his briny tomb? Is he a demon sent to punish irresponsible swimwear?
The twelfth book in the series saw a shift in artistic designs, the aged, almost painterly illustrations being traded in for a kind of coloring book-art sheen. This graveyard would have looked so much cooler the other way.
Never trust a guy with a widow's peak. Ever. If he's wearing a cape, you have no one to blame but yourself for what happens to you.
Carousels are a favorite trope of juvenile horror, so much so that Annette and Gina Cascone's Deadtime Stories series had a carnival-themed book that was called Welcome to the Terror-Go-Round!
Also a favorite trope: the wicked wax museum. I'm always a sucker for a good story in this vein, especially ones that deal with all the terrifying and infamous figures of history and fiction coming to horrible life! And it's a bonus if we get to see the figures putrefying into melted puddles of goo.
An intriguing scenario to be sure. Have the kids meddled with scientific powers too great for them? Perhaps it's a machine that projects their most vivid fears, fear in this case being licorice-lipped Count Dracula.
For me, the most terrifying part of The Wizard of Oz was the twister, a howling banshee of destruction that brought black doom to anyone in its path. If the twister had a glowering face with a Fu Manchu stache, I probably would have looked like the girl waving hello at us.