Visceral, splatterpunk revenge. In this twisted I-Spit-on-your-Grave-meets-The-Omen tale of horror, teenaged Kristy Cooper didn't get any breaks. A murdered whore mother replaced by a pedophile drunken preacher stepdad. To make matters worse, she is haunted by a mysterious man in black. Blood and pus poured out of his mutilated sockets and ran down his cheeks. The exhibits stood, frozen in terror, as they witnessed the brutality unfold before them. Neither tried to stop it from happening for fear they may be next. Whoever-or whatever-was murdering their master was more than just a mere teenage girl. Navigating Long Island in the eighties through a sea of death metal mates, freak show exhibits, and monsters from both here and beyond, left Kristy wondering if there were really any good guys to begin with. But if things were bad here, they were much worse in Hell. Some of the damned had their bellies completely torn open, their guts spilled out before them like a bucket of baked beans. One was completely eaten away from the waist down. Another-possibly the worst of the bunch-was nothing but a head attached to a bloody skeleton that held a few scraps of flesh dangling from its bones. The vulture had picked the damned soul clean and had started on the head-the only part of the body with flesh. Yet they all still lived. After a brutal satanic sacrifice and a rollercoaster ride through Hell, will Kristy get her revenge? What will that mean for the rest of humanity?