The Bone Closet by Robert H. Stevenson
Hyberbole alert! This guy, after an admittedly short sample size, looks to me like a possible heir apparent to the legacy of Edward Gorey. If you donâ€™t know who that is shame on you, as moody, atmospheric comics of all stripes owe a serious debt to the guy. Granted, Robert needs to beef up his shadows a whole bunch to match Goreyâ€™s work, but luckily itâ€™s already clear that heâ€™s making his own mark on comics with these first two issues. There are three stories in here, all various degrees of perfection. First up is a tale about a young boy trying to deal with an infestation of zombies at his school, eventually finding out that carrying a creepy doll with a big head is the best way to keep the zombies away. Next up is the story of a young man getting told bedtime stories by his father, who has a disturbing secret. Any more than that and youâ€™d probably figure out what that secret was, so letâ€™s move on. Finally in this one is Russel, a story about a man who needs young women in love with him to voluntarily turn into trees so that he can live as a human. Really, this is a thoroughly enjoyable book for anybody who loves a good gothic tale, and even if thatâ€™s not your thing you might find yourself loving them after reading this one.