The murders were only the beginning. No one knew what went on in the sullen, dark house on the hill, but town cop Kurt Morris intended to find out. The sleepy town of Tylersville, Maryland was being stalked by an unimaginable evil, it had become the haunting-ground for horrors too grisly to be described. Young girls had vanished without a trace. Graves had been opened, corpses unearthed and carried away. Quiet moonlit nights gave way to a mindless slaughter, and to the sounds of hysterical screams…
Time was running out. How many more would be dragged off into an endless night, and for what hideous purpose? Fear led to wild speculations about psychopaths, crazed animals, vampires, and werewolves. But Kurt knew better. Deep in the fog-shrouded woods, he had seen the nightmare figures. And the truth was much, much worse…
A novel of unrelenting horror in the tradition of Dean Koontz.
First reprint of the '80s novel.
The author has been known quite readily to lie, referring to GHOULS as his first novel. It’s Lee’s most mainstream work, and his most successful, selling over 50,000 units. Something is rotten in the state of Maryland. No, not the salad-bar tax. In the otherwise quaint little boondocks burg of Tylersville, something has the audacity to steal roadkill and dig up graves. Lee does a peachy job taking the formula pop-horror model and turning it into something that can be perceived on a larger scale. There’s some gross-out here too (can you say “trans-vaginal evisceration?) so don’t worry about this one’s “mainstream” label. The book has clear problems; too much “tech” and it’s overwritten to the tune of at least 50 pages, but ultimately Lee is happy with it. Redneckism, bent erotica, tech criminalistics worthy of Patricia Cornwell, impeccable police-procedural plotwork: Many elements that Lee has honed to mastery all started here.