It is rusted through now and lays limp and bent in a ditch on the side of the road, its green face strangled by the thick, fleshy kudzu vines that pervade the county like the bulging veins of an arthritic. But it's there, greeting visitors as they come.The second way is more instinctive. You know when you are in Jackapo County when the hairs on the back of your neck rise and your bowels clench, for there are many hidden places in Jackapo County. Some bloom with achingly colorful wildflowers, in others things hide from the light beneath the boughs of nodding trees and wait until dark to emerge.So welcome to Jackapo County. We hope you enjoy your stay...

    — A plane carrying Egyptian antiquities goes down in flames. — Yellow dogs and dead men prowl the street. — Shadowy figures prepare to pay off a centuries old debt while the dead crawl out of their graves to greet an evil as old as time. — An evil that spreads from the burning sands of Egypt to the kudzu soaked streets of Columbia, South Carolina in an attempt to claw its way back into the light.Evil never dies. It just sleeps... and dreams... and waits.

    Lovecraft's enduring world of gods and monsters! Kolchak has seen it all, from vampires and zombies to witches, ghosts and even the minions of Hell, itself. By rights, nothing should shake this indomitable reporter anymore. But, when he starts to follow the trail begun by the photographing of a strange sea creature, one more reminiscent of the creature from the black lagoon than a shark or tuna, he suddenly finds himself being drawn into a nightmare world so fantastic, so utterly alien and frighteningly dark that even his massive psychic defenses begin to crumble. For once, Kolchak isn't just following a story. This time, he's crossing the threshold into another reality. One which could possibly destroy both his mind, and the entire world!