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You are invited to take a trip to the other side and come face to face with your most horrible nightmares, your deepest secrets, your greatest fears.

Follow the path down to the Underpass.

THE SIM
by Gerry Alanguilan
What do you do when you find a cellphone SIM card? Do you try to find out who used to own and try to return it? Do you keep it and use it for your own? What do you do when you start receiving mysterious messages from the previous owner?

KATUMBAS
by David Hontiveros and Ian Sta. Maria
When lost souls and wayward demons wreak havoc in our world, the Goddess of Death send her immortal warrior to set things right. His name is Kadasig.

JUDAS KISS
by David Hontiveros, Budjette Tan, and Oliver Pulumbarit
In a secluded house in the hills of Antipolo, Peter hides a secret. He has murdered his wife and brother and buried them in the garden. Peter is about to discover that the phantoms of his past hold an even more terrible secret.

THE CLINIC
by Budjette Tan and Kajo Baldisimo
Up-and-coming actress Lyn Reyes just found out she’s pregnant. This unplanned development will ruin her career, or so says her manager. So, she agrees to have a very discreet operation at The Venus Clinic, where she discovers the darker side of showbiz.

Set to launch this coming KOMIKON 2009 (October 18, Megatrade Hall 1, SM Megamall), "Underpass" is a graphic anthology featuring dark fantasy stories from some of today's greatest Pinoy comics creators.

The full-color anthology, which is Summit Media's first foray into Philippine-produced comics, will retail for P250.

After the Komikon, Underpass will be available in major magazine shops.

Comments

blood on the mirror said…

whoa I got it for a bargain!

I got it for 175 at Komikon!

The stories were great!

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