Stephen Gammell's work is perhaps some of the most recognizable of all time- having traumatized generations of young, unsuspecting children that opened a 'Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark' book completely unprepared for the horrors that lurked within. This is a man who was able to channel raw nightmares through the tip of his brush, translating them onto paper in a manner that I really can't say I've ever seen matched.

As I grew older, I wondered about the man who created these illustrations. I thought for sure this must have been a man who had survived the Holocaust, or time in a war zone, or endured some unspeakable, abusive event during his childhood. What else would explain his remarkable ability to conjure up such unsettling, surreal imagery.

Nope.

Not much can be found about Mr. Gammell's personal history online, but I've read articles describing how he realized at a very early age he loved drawing. As a child, he would lie on the floor of his home using his father's office supplies to draw, knowing that he enjoyed art more than he enjoyed anything in school. He's also completely self taught, and has drawn illustrations for other unsettling looking children's books, but none reaching the pure terror of what he created in the 'Scary Stories' series.

Should you be one of the few who are unacquainted with Stephen Gammell's work, allow me to introduce you. Feel free to click through the gallery below, but proceed with caution!


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My Scary Stories story:

I first encountered 'Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark' when I was 6 or 7. A babysitter at the time, knowing I liked ghost stories, brought the book over one day. She read it to me, showing me each of the pictures. Everyone whose encountered this book series has a certain picture that's the one that scarred them, and for me it's the corpse woman. You know the one- a full page image of a rotting corpse's face with thin, brittle hair- eyes sunken into the sockets of a misshapen head, decaying lips parted as though speaking to the reader. The woman's skin is stretched against her face in a manner that's unclear what is bone and what's dessicated, cracked skin. That face haunted me for weeks afterward, my mind imagining that this corpse was walled up in the space behind my bed, waiting for me to fall asleep.

As with my D.A.R.E. Page, please feel free to send me your own Scary Stories story! I'd love to catalog them here as some kind of shared trauma gathering point.