Each night they emerged from the murky depths of the swamp to claim another victim—a lovely, innocent, fertile female who would be carried off in huge hairy arms and plunged into a nightmare world of terror. Her screams would echo in the darkness. Her face would contort in the throes of horror and pain. But once taken, each became a mother of an unholy child, a link in the chain of madness and evil, a spawn to carry on the devil's name!
"Johnstone loads his shotgun with tropes — incest monsters, zombie girlfriends, ghost werewolves, killer dolls — and blasts them at the reader again and again.”
--Grady Hendrix, author of My Best Friend’s Exorcism and Paperbacks from Hell