The one he reportedly did not want to publish.
A doctor, a burial ground that gives back what you put into it, and a book that spends its whole length making sure you understand exactly what the man is going to do and why he will not be able to stop himself.
Grief is the engine here rather than the monster. It is the most upsetting thing in the run I read through the eighties, and the only one I would hesitate to go back to.
Read April 1985.
