I've been reading horror comics since before I could actually read, but one of the few to genuinely scare me were the early Dark Judges stories in Judge Dredd, and I know this because I had genuine nightmares about them for years. They were coming for me, and no matter where I would hide, they would find me.
It was only the Bolland versions that counted. Bolland's art is always a detailed delight, but that just made the horrific absurdity of Death, Fear, Fire and Mortis all the more real, with oblivion hiding in the sharpest of shadows.
They became more of a joke, the more they appeared - I have no such reaction to the recent muddy, overwrought versions in the Fall of Deadworld comics. But they were absolutely terrifying in their primal glory.
I still sometimes dream of them coming down the road towards me in bright daylight, and the only way I can ever escape is by waking up.
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