Crabs' Moon (Night Of The Crabs 2) By Guy N. Smith 1989 Grafton UK Import Horror

As night settled on the peaceful coastal town the only sounds to be heard were the gentle lapping of the waves on the shingle shore and the rustle of grasses in the sandy dunes as a warm breeze blew on-shore.

Occasionally came the echo of distant laughter and music from the unsuspecting holiday camps.

Then they lurched out of the water-moon-driven, coldly mad in their need to destroy, to kill, to eat.

In their hundreds, huge and evil, they crawled, waving their claws of death, feeling their way towards their prey...

There are new night sounds now: the scraping of giant bodies across the rocks, the clicking of monster claws, screams of agony suddenly stilled, the crunch of bones-the sickening sucking and munching as the grisly feast begins...