The newly-independent Broken Frontier makes the most of the holiday, with Andy Oliver running down just how insane Marvel’s 1970s horror output could be (in two parts; part two is here):
Controlled by the mystic Amulet of Damballah, the Zombie mindlessly shuffled around New Orleans for nine issues, stumbling into other people’s lives in a very Man-Thing-esque kind of way. In a touching final issue Garth was given 24 hours in human form once again to put right his life and make peace with those he had known when he was alive. Sadly, Marvel being Marvel, his story could never really end, and rather than being left to rest in pieces, he was “revived” in his undead form some years later.
Meanwhile, Jason Burns writes about his own adventures in costume, in an article with the worst title (“Whoreoween Isn’t Just For Girls Anymore.” Yes, really) and opening imaginable:
I’m sure I’m not the only warm-blooded, slightly perverted American dude to notice that Halloween has become a great time of year to see women of all shapes and sizes embrace their inner sexy. You have to admit, the days of hitting a party and seeing female costumes hanging down to the ground with excessive fabric are long gone, and in their place is a seemingly new and overly abundant supply of “hot” and “erotic” outfits ranging the gamut from everything to whorish cats to flirtatious superheroes.
To try and make up for two whore references that early, the rest of the article does feature a picture of Jason dressed up as Prince.