But for homicide cop Phil Straker, it is home. And now someone-or something-is turning his boyhood town into a bloody sideshow of mutilation and gruesome carnage.

They're called Creekers. Centuries old, driven by rage and lust for revenge, they move through the deep, dark woods-deformed, shadowy outcasts with twisted faces and blood-red eyes. Now, as the moon hangs low over their ancient house, they're gathering for a harvest of terror and death Crick City will never forget...