It begins with a dream of buried children.
It begins with human sacrifice.
It begins with the need for new blood.
Malcom Coffey thought he had buried his past, but it had scraped its way out its grave. His past was tracking him down, dragging its flayed body, surrounded by its ravenous minions, towards him, worming its blood-hungry passage into his mind, into his body...
There is a place where nightmares begin.
There is a town where night never ends.
There is a breeding ground for horror. The horror called the Goat Dance.
