[Pan Book of Horror Stories 12] • The Book of Frank Herbert

Tread softly - beware lest the evil that walks invisible assumes human shape...

'The face twisted in unspeakable horror, and gore dripping from the severed neck. A white glint of bone parted the flesh at the throat.' - The Hunter , David Case.

'Her last conscious experience was two thick viscous streams edging their way down her burning face as her eyeballs melted.' - Ashes To Ashes , Alan Hillary.

The volcano of hate and tears inside a precocious eleven-year-old boy erupts into savage violence. - The Terrapin , Patricia Highsmith.

Fourteen unholy offerings to awaken half-forgotten fears and leave sleep cowering in the halls of terror.