Commander John Hanson recounts his harrowing adventure with the Electites of space.

Jules Verne's Last Story

Doubtless, no one has forgotten that terrible northeast gale which vented its fury during the equinox of that year. It was a hurricane lasting without intermission from the 18th to the 26th of March.

The copper-yellow glow of the comet seemed to have brought the whole world to a grinding halt. Airplanes, trains, generators and heavy machinery were immobilized.

Finally man was left with only a few primitive tools and communication became possible only by means of amateur radio.

In the resulting chaos parts of Mayfield were burned and looted by hunger-crazed mobs that stole and killed as they advanced.

You're all alone in a deserted city. You walk down an empty street, yearning for the sight of one living face—one moving figure. Then you see a man on a corner and you know your terror has only begun….

A gripping, thrilling, uncanny tale about the frightful fate that befell a yachting party on the dreadful island of living dead men!

Brion entered the temple and stood as if rooted to the ground. There was a horror in this place—it clung to everything.

Muffled and hooded men stood silent and unmoving about the room, their attention rigidly focused on a figure in the center.

Brion wondered how he knew they were men—only their eyes showed, eyes completely empty of expression yet somehow reminding him of a bird of prey.