I can still remember the day I stumbled upon my first Skywald Horror-Mood title; it was the summer of 1974, and I was an eight-year-old kid on holiday in Blackpool. I'd already experienced the joys of Louis Tussaud's waxworks and Ripley's Believe It Or Not Odditorium, but my childish appetite for horror was still not satiated. Then, in one of those disreputable back-street newsagents you could always count on to stock proper American comics, I came across a copy of Psycho magazine; even to my innocent eyes, it's alluring, spooky cover - proclaiming an "All Ghoul Horror Special" - promised something different to my usual diet of Marvel's spandex-clad superheroes.