Something has come to the San Fernando Valley ... something horrible. But this horror is not confined to only the dark hours. It walks in daylight with impunity, grinning, smirking. This horror can not be stopped with a crucifix; it wears one ... a very unusual one. It has no heart, so a wooden stake is useless. It has many names, many faces, has always been and will never die. It was born of evil and is nurtured by ignorance. It can enter your life at any time ... if it hasn't already. In its wake it leaves only death and despair. It soils everything it touches.

This horror is very, very real.