Man, I remember reading his tracts a lot as a kid. Every one I could get my hands on. They would be at church on the back table and we could choose the ones we wanted to give out to our dearest heathen neighbors and friends. It was with morbid fascination that I would read some of them, wondering if stuff in there was true, because as a young girl, I figured if it was distributed by my church, it had to be sanctioned by God. Dang... I haven't thought about those stupid scary tracts in years.
I do wonder how much influence those little books actually had on me. I think I got some of my mental visuals of Satan and demons from those, as well as my fear and loathing of D&D and heavy metal music.
Good riddance Jack Chick.