Craig Spector

It is hungry.It is thirsty. It lives next door to Charley Brewster. Charley has seen the coffin and the bodies drained of blood. He knows he will be the vampire's next victim. But no one will believe him: not the police, not his girlfriend Amy, not even the school weirdo, Evil Ed. Charley's last chance is to enlist the help of Peter Vincent, Vampire Killer, star of a hundred horror movies and host of TV's Fright Night.Nobody thinks he's telling the truth--until Evil Ed becomes a vampire and Amy is dragged into his next-door neighbor's evil, foul-smelling house of death Based on the screenplay by Tom Holland.

This digital edition of DEAD LINES includes a new foreword by David Niall Wilson, as well as an Author's Foreword by Criag Spector, and an Afterword by John Skipp.DEAD LINES is about a young writer/artist type, Jack Rowan, in NYC, whose career never took off. Hs life is in the toilet. He's broken up with his girlfriend and crashing on the couch of his more successful photographer friend, Glen's, loft while Glen is off in LA on a shoot. In the first chapter, Jack finishes his manuscript - a collection of short stories titled NIghtmare NYC - swigs off a bottle of vodka, then boxes the manuscript up, writes DO NOT OPEN UNTIL DOOMSDAY on it, and hides it in a crawlspace in his friend's apartment. Then he walks up a ladder he set up in the living room, puts the rope he knotted to a steam pipe around his neck/ He takes one last swig off the bottle, looks at a photo in his hand of himself and a woman, says, look what you made me do. Then he tosses the bottle and pitches off the ladder. The rope goes taut. Jack's neck snaps as he pinwheels around in mid-air, knocking over the ladder, swinging wildly as he hangs himself. Finally he goes still. His body hangs there for weeks, visible thru the fourth floor windows of the loft... if anyone was looking, which no one is. He remains there until Glen gets back.Glenn freaks out and promptly moves out. The loft is renovated for new tenants - a couple of girls who don't know each other move in. One, Meryl, is from a wealthy family in Boston and trying to escape her overbearing father by going to college at NYU; the other, Katie, is a waitress who used to know Glenn... and Jack. Meryl convinces Katie to pretend to be her roommate to get Meryl's father off her back. At first Katie says no thanks, but then she goes back to her Svengali-esque boyfriend Colin's apartment (where she lives) and finds him in bed with two girls - customers, as Colin is a low level drug dealer and all around scumbag. They fight.Katie shows back up on Meryl's doorstep that night and takes her up on the offer. Meryl is surprised.... she wasn't expecting a roommate for real - but Katie has no place to go, she Meryl lets her crash there. They start to become friends.One night while Meryl is fixing up her room, she finds the box containing Jack's lost manuscript. She starts to read the stories and becomes intrigued with this 'mystery' writer and his dark, brooding, moody vision of the city.What neither Meryl nor Katie realize, is that Jack's soul, upon the moment of his death, literally imploded into the atomic substructure of the apartment - frozen, in a kind of tormented limbo, forever. Until Meryl starts reading his stories... and the sheer energy of her reading his words in bed each night, and fantasizing about him, starts to bring him back. His soul coalesces; bit by bit, awareness and consiousness returns. Suddenly, he's back, and he's Jack - but he's dead, a presence haunting the loft, which is his prison now.But Meryl keeps reading, drawn deeper into his world each night. By day she searches for him in bookstores - but his work has never been published. She see echoes of his images on the streets of the city. She can feel his presence thru his stories. Her nightly fantasies become dreams... and the power of her dreams allows Jack to visit her, succubus-like, a night lover in spirit.

Once upon a time there were seven good friends. They were the forgotten little brothers and sisters of the Big Chill generation, born in the turbulent year when the flames of Watts lit the City of Angels and napalm kissed the war-torn skies of Vietnam. They called themselves The Underground. For Justin and Mia, Josh and Caroline, Amy, Seth, and Simon, there was nothing but drugs and music, combined with boundless cynicism and a deep yearning for something that really mattered. As graduation rolled around, they knew they would drift apart. By Labor Day weekend, there was just enough time to throw one last private party. But where? Creepy old Custis Manor was temporarily uninhabited. So they motored out to the moldering southern plantation, ready to party the night away. They could not have known that on the other side of the mirrors, something watched: a corrupt, voracious force, neither fully living nor truly dead. It was a soulless spirit of evil that had spent more than two hundred years cultivating its terrible powers. It was the Great Night. And Custis Manor was its domain. In one terrifying night their lives were forever shattered. One died. One disappeared. The survivors were scarred both inside and out. For twenty years, they couldn't face the truth of what had really happened. Until now. One has gone back, and through the mirror. And now the remaining friends are forced to confront the demons of their own pasts and a greater nightmare beyond their comprehension. Together they must face the Great Night, lay waste to its vicious legacy, and free the thousands of souls still trapped there, as the reunited Underground meets the Underground Railroad of souls. A truly original metaphysical thriller-gory and intense, satisfying and unique, Underground is a startling vision of the nightmare dimension from one of the true masters of the genre.

His name is Bily Rowe. Yesterday, he was just another tragically talented loser that the city had chewed up and spat back down on the streets - a failed musician, failed lover, failed friend. But that was before a young woman was brutally murdered before his eyes. That was before the hideous creatures crawled out of the shadows to call him by name. That was before Billy Rowe discovered the Power. And with it, his mission... The Cleanup. Billy Rowe is cleaning up the streets. Now, you have nothing left to fear. Nothing but Billy Rowe. "These guys are amongst the frontfunners of modern horror. Skipp and Spector take you to the limits...then one step more." -- Clive Barker

When the great storm comes, the good life ends. And hell on Earth begins. For 100 years we’ve been tossing our toxic waste over our shoulders. No more. This morning, while we slept, something woke up. It’s virulent. Malign. Intelligent. Ambitious. It’s in our food, our water, our air. It’s inside our bodies themselves. And it’s not leaving. We are.