"... A world gone insane ..."

Weird Menace refers to a subgenre of horror literature, in the pulps of the 30s and 40s had boom. Zagats heroines get to do it with sadists, madmen and the supernatural, are tied up, tortured and robbed with regularity essential parts of their clothing. All they endure in the name of love, to surprisingly still rescue seam (male, of course). Who can because of the crazy happenings trust the madness near Damsels in Distress here and who is not, that question tearing the reader no less than the protagonists back and forth, and many things that seemed supernatural, will at the end of a natural explanation, and is often a perfidious intrigues greedy bastards.

Not a mess, but show off, is the narrative maxim of ALZ, Master of Weird Tales, and in the short stories, the plot develops in quick succession, which remains little room for narrative finesse and subtleties. Everything is considered in effect and the classic inventory of lurid literature is used mercilessly, nothing is Zagat to stereotype or cliched. Rare is here too, there are naked girls in giant spider webs, lashes, storm, fire, swamp; locked doors and monsters en masse.

"The weird sight struck a sudden, queasy terror in Parton, filled him with a sense That Powers other than human were battling against him for the body and the soul of the girl he loved" this is the basic motive of Zagats Pulp stories.
And Zagat know very well where to find motives for his stories: Shakespeare, Homer, myths and legends nothing is too sublime, all props are borrowed and assembled in the pulp form.

Stylistically constantly exceeds Zagat while the border with purple prose and is too good for no effect:
"The shadows in the corners were blacker than any shadows had a right to be."
"June!" May's choked scream whirled her around. Something gray whipped past her eyes as she spun. May what tossing on the bed, gray filaments fluttering over her face, her arms enmeshed with gray cobweb threads at Which forth frenzied fingers goals. From Somewhere floats more and more of the whipping viscous threads, covering and trapping her in Their pallid folds. "
"An incredible speculation trailed its unwelcome slime across her mind (...)"

And already the title of the stories speak for themselves - and deliver what they promise:

SUMMER CAMP FOR CORPSES
GIRLS FOR THE SPIDER MAN
PRISTESS OF MURDER
MISTRESS OF THE BEAST
GIRL OF THE GOAT-GOD
MIDNIGHT CAPTURE
THE DOOM DUST
BLACK LAUGHTER
THIRST OF THE DAMNED

So this may sound daunting for some at first, but one thing is certain: Zagat knows his stuff! He writes in the style of the pulps, and he does not want it otherwise. He has provided the magazine readers 80 years ago with the substance, after it they demanded, and who even today value standards may leave aside, is still very well maintained!
Zagat writes so vividly that the reader the story in his mind's eye sees, and at more than one point, I felt a tracking shot from Hitchcock to see. But of course, only one these stories could have reasonably filmed: Ed Wood.