Wentworth, Ohio: just a small friendly town where the Carver children bicker over sweets and writer Johnny Marinville is about the only resident who minds his own business. And on Poplar Street it's just a normal summer's day with lawnmowers humming, Little League bats 'tinking', frisbees flying and barbecues being readied. But for young Cary Ripton on his paper round it won't be a normal day at all... He notices something weird about the way Audrey Wyler is standing inside the glass door - and he always thought there was something creepy about that nephew of hers, Poplar Street's best kept secret. But Cary doesn't notice the chrome red van idling up the hill. Soon it will begin to roll, the killing will begin, and the regulators wil arrive in force. And by the time night falls on the block, the surviving residents will find themselves in a wasteland of devastation and desperation.

The ominous and melancholy ruins of an ancient abbey.... A silent, cowled spectre moving with awful majesty among the headstones..A persistent, rhythmic, spine-chilling sound...
Richard Storm is a producer of Hollywood horror films, inspired by the classic British ghost stories he has always loved. Now, with his life beginning to unravel, he has come to England on a desperate quest: to find evidence that the great old stories contain an element of truth, that the human spirit lives on after death, that in this all-too-material world there still may be a reason to believe.

Americans escaping a nightmare, Rebecca and Richard's flight from Berlin has brought them to this dark place in the Romanian woods. The seek sanctuary in the ancient home of the Count and Countess Viroslav - within castle walls adorned with tapestries celebrating chaos, flesh and seduction. Their host and hostess appear ageless, exquisite and generous; beautiful creatures of the night. here, every pleasure is explored, and nothing is forbidden. But unholy things have lured Rebecca and Richard into a web of evil - enticing the attractive young couple with erotic fantasy and silken caress.....and a promise of sensuous undying love at the cost of their very souls.

Shaken by her grandfather's death, Chance Matthews isn't in the mood to deal with a strange girl with alabaster skin who knows things about Chance that she can't possibly know. The girl speaks of being charged by an angel to battle monsters and claims she cannot do it alone. She says she needs Chance's help. Chance doesn't believe in angels - or monsters. But among the artefacts left by her geologist grandparents there lies a fossil of a creature that couldn't possibly have ever existed.

The men on board Her Britannic Majesty's ships 'Terror' and 'Erebus had every expectation of triumph. They were part of Sir John Franklin's 1845 expedition - as scientifically advanced an enterprise as had ever set forth - and theirs were the first steam driven vessels to go in search of the fabled North-West Passage. but the ships have now been trapped in the Arctic ice for nearly two years. Coal and provisions are running low. Yet the real threat isn't the constantly shifting landscape of white or the flesh-numbing temperatures, the dwindling supplies or the vessels being slowly crushed by the unyielding grip of the frozen ocean. No, the real threat is far more terrifying. There is something out there that haunts the frigid darkness, which stalks the ships, snatching one man at a time, mutilating, devouring....

The Runestaff held all the secrets of the barren earth and the destiny of Dorian Hawkmoon, Duke of Koln, warrior, swordsman, adventurer. But how much contradictory power was contained in the Black Jewel? Dorian came to with the evil black gem embedded in his skull. It felt warm, pulsing. Then he discovered the terrible truth. The jewel itself was an eye through which his enemies, the forces of the Dark Empire, could see everything he saw - all the places he travelled, all the people he encountered. And if he refused to carry out their plan to overcome Granbretan, the Black Jewel could be made to come alive and eat Dorian Hawkmoon's brain.

Family-run publishing company Chancel House suddenly faces financial ruin when rumours abound about the true origin of their cult fantasy bestseller 'Night Journey' suddenly surface. But the Chancel family's nightmare has only just begun - for brilliant kicker Dick Dart, whose cunning is exceeded only by his depravity, is about to kidnap Nora Chancel, taking her on a terrifying trip that has alarming echoes of 'Night Journey'....

There was a glowing in the corner of the room now, a glowing coming from the cot. She approached it, stealthily, looked in. It was a child, so pale, so small, it was not a child at all, curled up upon itself; it had eyes, a mouth, a neck as thick as its trunk, an embryo of no known substance, an arrangement of vapours, of mists, its outline pulsating continually. She wanted to put her hand into the cot and touch it, yet feared it....Its birth is your death......................

What better place to hold the campus Halloween bash than Nightmare Hall? Freshman Jaye is going to do a ventriloquist act.....with a human dummy. Jaye befriends a very small, strange girl on campus to be 'the dummy'. For Jaye, when the party's over, the friendship's over, but for the dummy it's just beginning. Suddenly, Jaye is being stalked. Everywhere she goes the girl's airy high pitched voice follows. What's the punishment for using and dropping friends? For the dummy, it's death.

Frank Pollard awakens in an alley, knowing nothing but his name - and that he is in great danger. Over the next few days he develops a fear of sleep because when he wakes he finds blood on his hands and bizarre and terrifying objects in his pockets.