Sleath. Quiet, peaceful. A small village hidden away in the Chiltern Hills, almost forgotten by the modern world. Nothing much seems to happen here, little disturbs the centuries-old tranquillity. Until the ghosts begin to appear. And frighteningly bizarre events start to occur.
Psychic investigator David Ash, a man burdened by the dark secret of his own past, is sent to Sleath to investigate the phenomena and his discoveries there drive him to the very edge of his own sanity.
The incidents grow worse until, in the final night of horror, awesome and malign forces are unleashed in a supernatural storm that threatens to consume the village itself. For Sleath is not what it seems. And the dead have returned for a reason.
The Ghosts of Sleath is James Herbert's seventeenth novel.
“Herbert is held in great esteem by devotees of horror fiction, and rightly so. He is a skilful and imaginative storyteller… He’s got strange ideas, and he gets right down to them.”
- David Sherman, from “Nightmare Library” Fangoria No. 38, October 1984