Adam Frazier

A wild animal attacks six grad students on a weekend hike in the woods. One by one, they become infected with an unknown virus that turns them into bloodthirsty creatures.

A comic adaption of my short story, "The Hair," as featured in Strange Kids Club Magazine #7.

"As long as Kurt Larson could remember, he had been fascinated by shaving. As a kid, he had owned one of those “My First Shaving Kits” and would lather up his face with shaving cream while his father shaved in the sink."

"There are a lot of misconceptions about my line of work. I'm a gravedigger, plain and simple - I ain't no caretaker or mortician or some son of a bitch who sells you the burial plot. I'm the swingin' dick that's putting you down, tucking you in for the long sleep."

"I’m writing this here letter because I've got a mighty big favor to ask of you. Consider it my dying wish if you like. You're the only one I can trust to take care of my wife when I'm gone. And believe you me, I'm just about gone."

Lost Creek, Texas. October 31st, 1978. Ghosts, goblins, witches – creatures of the night come in all shapes and sizes. Tonight, they've descended on the usually sleepy town of Lost Creek, Texas, where Halloween and all of the holiday's strangest traditions are taken very seriously.

“I’ve still got miles to go.” That’s what the old man would say as he rocked a steady beat in his mahogany rocking chair. My next-door neighbor was Cecil Waller, a friendly old codger who welcomed any company he could get – even if it were a nosy kid with dirty knees and missing teeth.