this oblong box i owe my birth like i m the last man on this earth another journey into fear the cry of banshees getting clear the mask of red death never weeps and creeping while the city sleeps relaxing on a bed of nails the mad magician never fails despite the ravages of time the tingler s creeping up my spine the house of usher s falling down the raven claws his thistled crown and talks to spirits of the dead the madman s diary has been read these tales of terror never end as dr phibes rises again