Death kept their love alive.
For the Squeamish ... Keep Repeating ... It Can't Be True ... It Can't Be True ... It Can't Be True ... It Can't Be True ... It Can't Be True ...
They rise from dank coffins in the dead of night, murdering their victims in an orgy of slaughter!
This Is Horror!
What Horror Awaits in the Tomb of the Living Dead?
He was a homicidal maniac who LIVED TO KILL!
A lonely woman in a decaying mansion... A young stranger on a big, black bike.
Bloodletter! Bone-chilling! The thing is subhuman and it has a knife!
She's the Kind of a Girl You Can Sink Your Teeth Into.