Amara was once the beautiful Princess of Egypt. Now, 4,000 years later, she and her coffin are merely prized exhibits of the Charles Ward Museum. If you were to look at her today, you would see only a brittle bundle of bones and dried skin. But looks can be very deceiving, as Barney, the museum's night watchman, finds out. You cannot kill what is already dead.

No one in town has ever seen anything like it: a slimy, mobile tube of glistening yellow flesh with dull, staring eyes and an obscene, probing mouth. But the real horror is not what it looks like, or what it does when it invades your flesh - but what it makes you do to others.

It's a hot, hot night. Too hot to be making love, unless your romance is young, like Sherry's and Duane's. It's their first time, and the anticipation is killing. There's just one problem: they have no condoms. Duane goes out to get some, but then Sherry hears what sounds like a gunshot.

Leigh is a beautiful girl, 18 years old, headstrong and rebellious. All she wants from her summer by the lake is a chance to relax and have some fun. And that handsome boy she just met certainly looks like fun. But her summer fling will lead to terror. That night in the old abandoned house will haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life.

They found the town silent, apparently abandoned. Then they found the first body strangely swollen and still warm. One hundred fifty were dead, 350 missing. But the terror had only begun in the tiny mountain town of Snowfield, California.