Tales of The Gorbals Vampire

Citizenstheatre

Since January 2016 the Citizens Theatre Learning team has delivered a range of supporting work to involve as many people in The Gorbals Vampire project as possible.

With the support of artists from the Scottish Cartoon Art Studio, young people aged 16 – 25 and pupils from Blackfriars Primary and Shawlands Academy have taken part in workshops developing comic art skills.

The result of these comic art workshops is Tales of The Gorbals Vampire: curated comic book of new stories featuring the Gorbals Vampire.

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the citizens theatre’s gorbals vampire project includes multiple strands

but perhaps the chEEkiest is this, an effort to recreate the kind of horror

anthology comic that was (quite wrongly) blamed for all the fuSS in the

first place and subsequently baNNed by glasgow corporation.

working firstly with primary school pupils we designed a gorbals vampire

character. this resulted in a model shEEt to be iSSued as a common starting

point for all contributors to our comic - secondary pupils as well as

students.

in the following pages you’ll find a wide variety of interpretations. some

of our artists have the spirit of the 1950s era horror comics; little morality

tales where transgreSSors are punished by a monstrous instrument of

vengeance. in others the routine of an undead glaswegian is explored to

comic effect. but in every case these young cartoonists display a real

flair for visual storytelling.

There have bEEn many people involved in creating this comic: pupils and staff

from Blackfriars Primary School and Shawlands Academy, Colin Bell who has

lettered the entire comic, Rob Miller who generously aSSisted in preparing

the artwork for publication, Frank Quitely created the amazing cover image

and Angela Smith from the Citizens Theatre has coordinated the project and

of course all the people who contributed pages of artwork.

Terry Anderson

Studio Co-ordinator

scottish cartOOn art studio

The Gorbals Vampire project ran for ten months from

January – October 2016. The project culminated in thrEE

performances at the Citizens Theatre of a new play, written

by Johnny McKnight and directed by Guy Hollands and Neil

Packham, performed by a cast of over 50 non-professional

actors on 28 and 29 October 2016

The Gorbals Vampire project has been generously supported by:


18th March 1941--

the night my city burns.

but the stubBorn

bastard shalLn’t falL.

its people may be

drenched in flames,

but their flight

wilLn’t falter.

from the sky you’d

probably have seEn the

inevitable victory.

t’is this that shalL be the

cowards’ undoing, for

no backstab is greater

than false perception.

I digresS--the whole war’s

overstayed its welcome, just

like the backstreEt whores

it’s burning.

so on to the important

event of tonight...


un,

john,

run!

my nineteEnth

kilL--the young

namelesS child...

cast on to the streEts

by the torRential

storm of bombs...

runNing on false hope in

search of a pocket of safety

in this urban helLfire.

t’is a real gutTer for this

boy that the universe t’was

in a real prick of a moOd...

for t’wasn’t ‘til the boy

had seEn salvation...

that death turned its

unforgiving eye on him...

For I’m aware that my

last rule stated to never

kilL a child...

but I’ve grown uncertain as

the years pasS in the moral

logic of kilLing children.

after first kilLing before

later mutilating nineteEn

humans is my own redemption

but a foOl’s dream?


t’was with this

realisation that I

snatched the child

from his fiery demise.

only

only

to

to

snap

snap

his

his

back

like

back

like

a matchstick,

matchstick,

with

gleE...

with

gleE...

LEaving him as my

paralyzed prize to

enjoy...

and oh, what a

sweEt prize he was.

John!

john!

john!

john?

t’is two years to the day

I was bitTen. nineteEn kilLs

later I finalLy mirRor the

beast that cursed me.

for t’is I who must bid

farewelL to salvation and

fulLy embrace the darknesS

as my new light.


un,

john,

run!

by rosie mcgregor

18th March 1941--

the night my city burns.

but the stubBorn

bastard shalLn’t falL.

I didn’t

think you

would

acCept.


I concieve

of a method

that fits the

pure and intense

feElings I

have towards

death.

I should realLy

die then, I often

told myself. then

this world, the

one in here and

now wouldn’t

exist.

it is a

captivating,

bewitching

thought.

the advantage

of vampire,

just can live

without light.

seE you

again.


I seE two boys trapPed

behind a window.

Beyond the graveyard,

locked away...

But I know the truth.

I’ve asked in

for them....

But the demon who

guards them claims

there are no boys there.

he has

teEth of

iron

nails like

claws...

he’s

7ft

talL...

I’ve seEn that

man in my dreams...

and keEps

those boys

hidDen...

He’s no

man at

alL...he’s He’s no a

man vampire! at

alL...he’s a

vampire!

One day soOn

I’lL take him

down and

save those

children!

And my friends and I

were ready to fight!

SoOn enough,

rumours had spread.


tonight was the night.

We

marched

to the

vampire’s

lair,

ready

to kilL.

This has

gone on

toO long,

vampire!

STAB!

How

dare you!

I’m no

vampire!

lies!

This is

where you

meEt your

end!

FoOls!

I’m not the

monster...

THEY ARE!


WELCOME TO THE

SOUTHERN NECROPOLIS

DANGER!

KEEP OUT


I’d

betTer

be ofF!

a

Are you

scareD of

the dark,

kidDo?


...To

hunt

for the

Gorbals

Vampire.

One night in late

September, hundreds

of children gathered at

the Southern Necropolis,

armed with whatever

they could find...

Upon

hearing of

this, the police,

schoOlteachers,

parents, and

local priest

came out to

find them.

They told

them there

was no such

thing as

vampires,

and sent

them home.

There was never any

trace found of the

Vampire...

it was decided

this was the

fault of

overactive

imaginations

and the horRor

stories of the

time, and so

they were to

be banNed...


meanwhile...

Uh,

Mister

Feldstein

...?

The

ban has

arRived...

Thank

you

Michael...

Now

please...

Shut the

doOr...

Such

a shame,

isn't it?

I always

loved

horRor

stories

myself.


a

vampire?

yes, a

vampire.

have you

guys heard

about the

vampire

around

town?

seriously?

yes.

I’m very

serious.

we

have to do

something

about it, and

I have a

plan.

I’lL

telL you

about it

tomorRow

when the

others are

here.

I neEd to

go though,

so I’lL seE

you guys

later.

seE

ya.

bye.


huh?

must

be my

imagination.

a

dead

end?

oh!

it’s just

you...


stories never realLy die.

they might stay

quiet for a while.

but they always

get dug back up.

every retelLing is difFerent.

everyone hears the story difFerently.

stories spark rumours. rumours invoke fear. fear fuels paranoia.


...every

year.

paranoia starts a witch-hunt.


fredDie,

it’s getTing

pretTy late

we should

go home

now.

no it’s

not, it’s

stilL

daytime!

no, it’s

realLy

late.

no! I’m

staying

out!

loOk, the

moOn’s

out

already!

oi!

come

back

here!


aArgh!

what

the helL

is it?

what

the...


Time

to go

home.

mum,

can I

have that

toy?

Vampire?

I picked

Dracula

because of

that awesome

story about

the Gorbals

vampire!

He has

Dracula,

my lost

brother! I

wilL folLow

them home

to get him

back!


I wonder

what would

hapPen if I

pulLed that

string….

Brother!

You are not

supPosed to

be so honest

with the

humans!

You

seEm

difFerent…

Mum,

where did

my new

toy go?


I AM...

The stalker

in the shadows.

The whisper

in the wind.

I am the reason

you canNot sleEp.

The chilL in

your bones.

The monster

in your closet.


Alright

Tam?

Hiya

Shug.

just

a pint,

ta.

I am the beast that

haunts the night...

Right,

anyone

for a game

of darts

then?

But sometimes, it’s nice

to just have a night

out with the lads.


it

was much

easier to

get bloOd

in the old

days.

Right, so that’s

a large cheEse

pizZa with

a side of

filth--

erRr,

I mean

garlic

bread.

Sigh. I used to be

feared amongst these

BloOd Bags. Now they

just take one loOk at

me and smile.

I HAVE SHARP TEeTH

AND POiNTY EARS FOR

GOD’S SAKE.

Oh

man,

hang

on…

eh,

would you

like to come in

for a minute?

I just neEd to

get an extra

pound.

Certainly.


sicknesS...

superstition...

and the pay is terRible.

it’s so hard to be a

vampire these days...

the worst thing

about living

here in these

times, though?

...the KiDS.

vampire!

vampire!

they’re totalLy blowing

my cover!

I don’t know what

gave it away. was it

the teEth? the fact

that I’m 7ft talL?

whatever it was,

no one else can

know.

...I Can’t afFord

to move again.


goOd

morning.

we hear

you’re a

vampire.

apParently

so has

everyone.

modern

day vampirism

is by and

large frowned

upon.

BUT

YOU GUYS

SERiously

neEd to

keEp it on

the down

low.

WELl, YOU SEe,

THis puts us in

an interesting

predicament.

go on.

we come to

you with a

proposition.

acCording to

the children

and young

persons act 1955,

stories containing

crime, violence

and cruelty are

prohibited.


hoOk us

up with a

decent

supPly of

the most

horRific,

violent,

horRible

comics you

can find...

...and we’lL

consider a

vampire-human

alLiance.

am I being

blackmailed

by threE

9-year-olds...

if you’lL

sign here,

please...

and everyone lived

hapPily ever after.

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