A small island community is overrun with creeping, blobbish, tentacled monsters which liquefy and digest the bones from living creatures. Th...更多>
Dr. Brian Stanley
: What the devil did Napoleon do on that island to keep himself busy? Dr. David West: He invented solitaire. Toni Merrill: I've a much better game in mind. Dr. Brian Stanley: Can three play? Constable John Harris: You know that I'm not a man who's easily shaken, Dr. Landers. But by all that's holy, I've just seen somethin' I can't be sure about. I - I think it's Ian Bellows. Dr. Reginald Landers: You think it's Ian? Well, what's happened to him? Constable John Harris: I don't know. His body's all like - like jelly. Dr. Reginald Landers: Jelly? Constable John Harris: Aye. There was no face. Just a horrible mush with the eyes sittin' in it. Morton: John, I've just found one of my horses dead. At least, I think it's my horse. It's all soft and flabby.