When the fog rolls in, you know they're coming...

Marti Miller's day starts miserably... but it's going to get worse. Hellishly worse. Thanks to a gypsy curse, an unholy day on the calendar and a teen's greedy misdeed, what starts as a grueling drive to a rundown campground with her bickering kids and annoying cheapskate husband will end in a desperate night-long battle to protect her loved ones from a super-savage species of vampire, whose highly infectious bite instantly spawns more of its kind.

A modern day take on an ancient Slavic legend, NIGHT OF THE UPIOR is pure old school horror, The Upior is no charming Victorian seducer. It doesn't whisper sweet nothings, doesn't speak at all, it howls in heart-rending agony through its jagged teeth, wailing piteously for its damned soul. It floats through the night like a phantom in its blood-stained burial shroud, with a billowing carpet of fog rolling before it. It doesn't just drink blood, it tears out your throat in its relentless hunger, savoring your flesh and draining your blood, then moving on, never satisfied, to find another victim.

An ordinary mom in the throes of a mid-life crisis, Marti Miller is about to endure "30 Days of Night" compressed into one terrifying night. Will anyone cowering in her tiny cabin still be alive when the sun comes up? And will the legend of the Upior end by daybreak... or is its monstrous reign just beginning?