The Norfolk coast made for a perfect holiday - as long as the sun still shone. But when the rain came, the creatures left the shadows . . .
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Spectres from the past tortured James Hildebrand's mind. His blackest nightmares were crowded with malevolent, coiling images of decay. Then, suddenly, he knew the threat was real.
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The dead alone could not quench their hunger. And, for the living, the horrors that fed and multiplied in the darkness of the night became more terrible with the dawn . . .