Did anyone write in and demand it, I wonder?

I know I have a full set somewhere, but every time I come across a Frankenstein story I think I had the Essential Frankenstein somewhere...mildly irritated I'm not sure where it got to. From 1994, Book of the Dead #4, reprinting 1974's Man-Thing #11, "Dance to the Murder" Written by Steve Gerber, pencils by Mike Ploog, inks by Frank Chiaramonte; from 1956, Mystic #52, "The Effigy" Written by Carl Wessler, art by Wally Wood; and from 1973, (The Monster of) Frankenstein #4, "Death of the Monster!" Adapted by Gary Friedrich, from Mary Shelley's original; pencils by Mike Ploog, inks by John Verpoorten.

We've mentioned this before, but this was during the stretch when Marvel was flooding the racks with books, just hoping to swamp all the other companies. We've also mentioned, I hate Richard Rory! I don't care if he's an author-insert for Steve Gerber; he just rubs me the wrong way. I'm positive I somehow read Savage She-Hulk #9 as a kid; where he accidentally breaks the bank at a casino that tried to cheat him; and he was still pathetic in that. The Man-Thing hangs around Richard feeling sorry for himself in the swamp--Richard may be the only person alive to make that lump of swamp feel better about himself; at least he's not Richard Rory, right? His girl Ruth, from earlier in the series, had left him; so now he was ruthless...ah, hard to believe no one pays me for this. Still, when he sees a "ballet dancer" running through the swamp, he thinks he's lost it; but it is a girl being chased by masked cultists. Despite being mindless so maybe even slightly less invested in Richard's well-being than I am, the Man-Thing saves him multiple times over the course of 17 pages; and the 'cultists' are not what they seem, but a rather heavy-handed exposition-dump slash 'message' at the end. I do kind of like the last panel, where Manny has his hand on Richard's shoulder, like he's comforting him, or steering him home after a disappointing night out. ("She's out of your league, sport; let's get you home to bed.")

Next, "The Effigy," a horror story with Wally Wood art...from Marvel, so it's so much tamer than a EC Comic would be. A cult has a voodoo dolly of a petty criminal, so he steals it to break its hold on him, or for peace of mind. Surely it isn't real...but would you chance it? Look, I'm 40% sure there's gotta be an EC story where the guy throws his effigy into the incinerator; I know there's one with no air holes in the safe. (That was an issue of Plop!, you simpleton.)

Finally, Marvel's version of the origin of Frankenstein's Monster concludes, as he is stranded in the arctic with a pair of doomed expedition members. After an extended flashback of how he got frozen, with a lot of fighting some native-types for some reason; the Monster completes a raft, but too late for the others. Still, he learns of a descendent of Frankenstein, that could perhaps help him...something. Can't recall what, exactly: the Monster was kind of a dick in his early stories. Added to the last page is a blurb advising "Want more Book of the Dead? Write in and tell us!" I feel like Marvel must have got some letters--more than a couple, less than fifty? A guess.