Yet another "supernatural evil in small town"-type story that I can't seem to get enough of, complete with your standard horror-fiction stereotypes who must band together to defeat it. My rating doesn't reflect the fact that I actually really enjoyed this for the most part, but unfortunately it all became just a bit too over the top and...well...let's just say "silly."
Here's the basic setup: A series of gruesome, inexplicable murders have been happening in the small California town of Ravina, mostly taking place in and around the local cemetery that's situated on top of a giant hill overlooking the town. The old local archaeologist, Martin Larchmont, of course knows a thing or two about the town's forgotten, unsavory history of mysterious, seemingly supernaturally-influenced deaths, and must convince his former student and the town sheriff that an ancient and powerful evil has returned. They're both highly skeptical, but as the death toll and sightings of the animated dead rises, they soon have no choice but to believe, and try to combat the burgeoning threat.
Pretty typical, but what (initially) elevates this slightly above most midlist mass-markets of the era -- namely a relatively tight pace and a handful of genuinely creepy moments-- soon descends into pure ridiculousness by story's end. I pretty much lost interest during the latter chapters, but the first 2/3 make up for it somewhat, despite the cardboard characters and standard-issue plot. It's actually a rather fun read if you're in the mood for some mindless, pulpy horror.
3.0 Stars.