The Root Of Evil The ominous Rumblings of thunder-dark thunder, was how retired head of police Al Watt thought of it-had started thirty years before on the night that Sand was killed. A good man, that Sand, and when he died, the forces of darkness had taken root in Willowdale, Colorado. Now the isolated little town, nestled in the Rockies, was about to give birth to an evil beyond imagining...a reign of terror so insatiable that Al Watt could do...

Each night they emerged from the murky depths of the swamp to claim another victim-a lovely, innocent, fertile female who would be carried off in huge hairy arms and plunged into a nightmare world of terror. Her screams would echo in the darkness. Her face would contort in the throes of horror and pain. But once taken, each became a mother of an unholy child, a link in the chain of madness and evil, a spawn to carry on the devil's name!

Light It could only be seen in the dead of night. The satanic glow swirled above the old railroad tracks, pulsating with evil, flickering with the light of hell itself. And it Drew the young people of Good Hope to its shimmering core like moths to a flame... Dark The eerie change in the slumbering Missouri town could only be seen by one child. Innocent ten-year-old Heather sensed the chill of darkness in her schoolmates' vacant stares, the evil...

Jake Silver was a teenage misfit, a misunderstood genius who'd been cruelly tormented by his own sadistic father and others in his little Louisiana hometown. Jake was the perfect disciple for Them. They'd come from another world; disembodied begins who understood Jake's need for revenge. . . They would offer Jake the power to finally take it. . . All they wanted in return was his help in bringing others of their kind to Jake's world. It begins so...

Black Wilder has waited a long, long time to come Whitfield. But he is no stranger to patience. A Year, ten years, a hundred years. Time has no meaning for him. He just waits until the moment is right and then emerges-silently and unmercifully. As night falls heavily on the small prairie town, red-rimmed eyes look out from tightly shut windows. An occasional snarl rips from once-human throats. Shadows play on dimly-lit streets, deepening the gloom...

KIDS DO THE DARNDEST THINGS . . . Paul Kelly had a very big temper for such a small boy. When he tired of his toys he smashed them. When a dog or cat got in his way, he kicked them. And when other children told on him, he made sure they were very, very sorry . . . CHILD'S PLAY . . . But that was nothing compared to what Paul discovered next. Which was that if he didn't like certain people, he could make it so he'd never have to see them again. Ever....

Angelic Child She was a beautiful child, a perfect child. With her blonde hair and baby doll prettiness, she was the picture of angelic innocence. Phillip Baxter pushed aside his uneasiness about his strangely self-possessed daughter. She was just an ordinary kid. And, to his relief, she did act like an ordinary kid when he brought home a special present just for her . . . Devil's Toy Alone in her room, Nora couldn't wait to open the antique jack-in-the-box....

It came in the dead of night-a rhythmic creaking sound that only the children could hear. Jackie and Johnny tried not to listen. But it called to them, whispering of evil, luring them into the darkness of the attic. With its brightly colored saddle and painted-on eyes, it was the most beautiful rocking horse Jackie and Johnny had ever seen. But as they took turns riding it, they didn't see its tail twitch or its lips curve into a terrifying grin....

THE KILLING HAS BEGUN!
A tide of violence is tearing across America, pitting mother against daughter, father against son, brother against brother. Amid the rioting, looting, and killing, pulpit-pounding preachers take to the airwaves, screaming that it's the end of the world. Rock and roll has become the dance of death, just as they always predicted. Evil walks among us. Armageddon is NOW.
 
GOODNESS GRACIOUS, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!
 
Ex-Deputy...

It had been years since wolfsbane grew on the bayou, yet everyone who lived in Ducros Parish, Louisiana, knew that someday it would appear again. With its pretty yellow flowers and lovely green leaves, wolfsbane was as beautiful as it was deadly. And when the townspeople saw the ancient root once again spring from the earth, they knew it wouldn't be long before they heard the terrifying howls in the night... There were those who called the tales...