Darkness falls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of blood, to terrorize y'alls neighborhood. And whosoever shall be foundβ¦ Without the soul for getting down, Must stand and face the hounds of Hellβ¦ And rot inside a corpseβs shell. The foulest stench is in the air, the funk of 40,000 years. And grizzly ghouls from every tombβ¦ Are closing in to seal your doom. And, though, you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver,
For no mere mortal can resist the evil of⦠THE THRILLER. - Vincent Price
Credit to and edited by Mark & Chris Wournell (2008)




















