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Pinup of the Week: Midnight Mystery Stories January 6, 1923

Midnight Mystery Stories 1923 01 06 January

I’ve been posting a lot of these Midnight Mystery Stories covers recently. I’m liking them. For the life of me, I can’t figure out what this woman is doing. Here’s what my imagination is doing with the slouch, the mask, and the doctor bag: You wake up smelling chloroform, and realize that you can’t remember the past few hours, since you met a mysterious, beautiful woman at a street cafe. You see the woman you met there, standing out on the balcony of the room you’re in. She notices that you’re awake and picks up a bag that was sitting next to her. It is at this moment that you realize that you’re tied down in a large tub.

Good Paper

The Killer

The Girl who was Looking for Galagher

The Silver-Topped Stick

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Pinup of the Week: Midnight Mysteries November 18, 1922

Midnight Mysteries 1922 11 18 November

I don’t know about you, but the fellow here on the floor looks quite relaxed. Being an expert in these matters, I have to say that with victims of a horrible fates, a monster simply does not find them stretched out on a floor with their feet crossed. Nope, our man here is obviously considering something. Maybe dinner? His lady friend, however, is getting ready to shoot lightning bolts from her fingers. The darling.

The Man with the Indigo Eyes
Yellow Vengeance
The Dragon’s Eye
The Dagger of Hearts

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Vintage Photo Album: Things That Make Me Smile

Snake Charmer

Ah! Being covered with snakes. It can never last long enough. Especially when one or two of them bite. Auction Here (Ends When it Ends)

Magic Wand

Millions of Tinkerbells. Millions of them. Auction Here (Ends 1/3/12)

Spiritualist 1875

That chilling, fleeting feeling of something alien looming up behind you. Auction Here (Already ended, alas)

Inexplicable exchanges. Auction Here (Ends 1/5/12)

Vampiric potted plants on leaning furniture. Auction Here (Ends When it Ends)

Deadly ingenues worrying as they wait for their plot to bear fruit. Auction Here (Ends 1/19/12)

Drowning in vines. Auction Here (Ends When it Ends)

Contemplating the void. Auction Here (Ends 1/2/12)

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Pinup of the Week: Midnight Mystery Stories December 2, 1922

Midnight Mystery Stories 1922 12 02

It’s getting so that I’m acclimated to the damsels in distress, and here and there it certainly is interesting to mix things up a little bit, so that’s on the menu today: something different. What looks very much like a hospital orderly, or a man in a chef outfit. It’s looking to me like he has got himself into a situation with the wrong kind of lady. Sometimes that can be loads of fun, but in this case it’s looking like the opposite.

Red Roses
of Death

The Great
Conspiracy

The Face with the
Three Crosses

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Vintage Photo Album: Mysterious Bruise Edition

If you wake up in a strange place, can’t remember how you got there, and have mysterious bruises in unusual spots, you may need to make sure that your maid hasn’t been trying to poison you. (How perceptive of you. Yes that is Pola Negri in the chair.) – Action Here. – Ends When it Ends.

If you wake up chained to a table in a cell, can’t remember how you got there, and have mysterious bruises in alarming places, it may be that you forgot to pay your guild dues to that hashish-using band of murderous thugs you belong to. – Action Here. – Ends 1/18/2012

If you wake up hanging in a tree, can’t remember how you got there, and have mysterious bruises all over your body, it may be that you chose to collect butterflies on the wrong planet. – Action Here. – Ends 1/11/2012

If you wake up huddled in your closet, can’t remember how you got there, and have mysterious bruises all over your head, it may be that you lost control to the voices that you hear between stations on your radio set. – Action Here. – Ends When it Ends

If you wake up in the parlor, can’t remember the last few hours, have mysterious bruises on your arms and legs, and every window and mirror in the room is shattered, you may want to stop entertaining that mysteriously charismatic little girl who claims she can speak to the spirit world. – Action Here. – Ends 12/24/2011


If you wake up on the floor, can’t remember how you fell out of bed, and your neck is covered with mysterious bruises, that dimly remembered vision you had of a giant cat creeping into your room and looming over the end of your bed might not have been a dream. – Action Here. – Ends When it Ends

Epilogue

I don’t have a story for these. I just wanted to post them because they’re really remarkable. Photos from an opera house in Chicago from 1891. The photos say W.V. PENNINGTON CHICAGO E.R. WALKER across the bottom.


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And Finally

If I don’t post before then, I want to wish everyone out there on the internets a dark and short Darkest Day.

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The flying monkeys let our technician out for a minute and he snuck away into the light of day. Thanks for your patience during this difficult transition.
I ated Tinkerbell.

Fhtagn Spoken Here.

... the attic, a vast raftered length lighted only by small blinking windows in the gable ends, and filled with a massed wreckage of chests, chairs, and spinning-wheels which infinite years of deposit had shrouded and festooned into monstrous and hellish shapes.
The Shunned House
H.P. Lovecraft




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