I’ve spent more nights scrolling through giallo panels than most people have eaten cereal. Those 1970s Italian horror comics are a weird mash of lurid noir and lurker‑art, with heavy shadows and that over‑exaggerated comic “squint” that makes you feel like you’re peering through a foggy carnival. The artists loved to use garish color blocks that would make a neon sign jealous, then crush them under a hand‑torn page texture that feels like a torn invitation to a séance. If you’re hunting for that ritualistic reverence, dig into the black‑and‑white issues first; the line work there is where the psychological horror really lives, like a whisper in a dark hallway. So yeah, keep flipping those pages—just watch out for the occasional hidden trapdoor that could swallow you whole.