A Letter From the Editors
We meet once again, dear readers. You escaped last year’s Halloween issues by the skin of your teeth, and maybe with a few bits of extra skin, too. Who knows where that came from, but no matter. If you’re new to No Contact’s panopticon of horror, well — the more the merrier.
This year, we opted to let the nearly-departed souls guide our theme, and through a spirited bout of automatic writing (daily word count: obliterated), we were given a message. Some say a curse. Others dare not even whisper:
The Devil in the Details
Who is the devil in all those details, anyway? Where is he hiding?
Nonetheless, there’s all manner of devil in the details of Issue Twenty-Five. A few legends tell of strange things on the edge of humanity, of shapes shifting through the underbrush. If you really want to know what transpires out there, just ask Swamp Thing — all the details and more.
Perhaps it’s best not to leave, on second thought; the limbs are once again descending from on high. Stay in, strike a match, there is so much just beyond the candlelight. And if anyone wants to investigate the figure that lingers by the windows, well. You should consider carefully.
If you’d like to stay a spell, peer out from the window, that’s quite alright. Perhaps you’ll catch the presence of death, waiting patiently by the fence. In fact, don’t worry about seeking out the preternatural, here — the voices from all those accidents are loud enough as it is. Regardless, sooner or later the Blood Mobile will pass by, and you won’t miss it, I promise. Perhaps you might follow it all the way down to the shore, where ominous portents have been washing up on the sand.
Whenever you do summon the courage to venture out, we’ll be ready — don’t you worry now. The ghosts have broken through to this mortal coil; they wander the earth and wait. At the bottom of a pillow case, perhaps, and Ghost Girl will find you soon enough, anyhow. She has what you’re looking for. If you make it to morning, make sure to grab a solid breakfast at Denny’s — it’s a very special occasion. No details necessary.
We’d like to congratulate you on your survival, our Final Reader. A party, in your honor! That’s right, just down the basement steps — it’ll be a grand old time. Watercolor souvenirs of your time here, with No Contact’s most frightful friends, and we do believe that warbling siren song is the newest episode of The Maple Zone, on the TV. In the basement.
Go on ahead. They’re waiting.
- Elliot Alpern and Gauraa Shekhar
The Editors
No Contact
