The Rats in 1974, we would never again be free from the horrors of nature, no matter how poorly written or conceived.
last book I posted on had a skeleton driving a car, for God's sake. Skulls are one thing, I suppose, but any more than that risks absurdity. And it's from Leisure Books, surely the bottom of the barrel for horror fiction.
I Spit on Your Grave: Vengeance is Mine
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