I was around eight years old, rummaging through old comics that my cousin had left behind in a box, when I came across a ‘70s-era pulp retelling of The Monkey’s Paw illustrated in lurid neon with hysterical characters who constantly spoke in bolded italics!!!
In the story, a brilliant surgeon finds the dismembered hand and attempts the standard Faustian bargains — money, women, fame, talent — and each one brings him further ruin, culminating in the death of his beautiful wife. He wishes her back to life, but she’s already started to decompose, and upon her unnatural revivification screams in agony at her body’s liquescence. The surgeon tries to
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