Craig Spector has 7 audiobooks on Listento.it, narrated by 6 narrators, with an average listener rating of 3.5★ across 2 ratings. The most-rated is The Light at the End.

The 25th Anniversary Edition of the Original Splatterpunk Novel. An adrenaline-charged tale of unrelenting suspense that sparks with raw and savage energy... The newspapers scream out headlines that spark terror across the city. Ten murders on the New York City subway. Ten grisly crimes that defy all reason -- no pattern, no m.o., no leads for police to pursue. The press dubs the fiend the “Subway Psycho”; the NYPD desperately seeks their quarry before the city erupts in mass hysteria. But they won't find what they're looking for. Because they all think that the killer is human. Only a few know the true story -- a story the papers will never print. It is a tale of abject terror and death written in grit and steel... and blood. The tale of a man who vanished into the bowels of the urban earth one night, taken by a creature of unholy evil, then left as a babe abandoned on the doorstep of Hell. Now he is back, driven by twin demons of rage and retribution. He is unstoppable. And we are all his prey... unless a ragtag band of misfit souls will dare to descend into a world of manmade darkness, where the real and unreal alike dwell in endless shadow. A place where humanity has been left behind, and the horrifying truth will dawn as a madman's chilling vendetta comes to light... Filled with gripping drama and harrowing doomsday dread, The Light at the End is the book that ushered in a bold new view of humankind's most ancient and ruthless evil; a mesmerizing novel from two acknowledged masters of spellbinding suspense.
©1986 John Skipp & Craig Spector (P)2012 David N. Wilson

Paul Kelly is a good man: a firefighter and paramedic facing death and danger daily, risking his own safety for the sake of strangers. Paul has seen tragedy a thousand times, but it has never been his own. Until now.... A shocking crime. A loved one brutally murdered. Paul's life is suddenly invaded by police, reporters, the harsh glare of spotlights on a family's private sorrow. The killer shows no sorrow, no remorse - a teen sociopath whose dead eyes stare in sullen silence. Paul does not want blood or vengeance. He wants to know why. Paul Kelly was a good man, but his obsession is drawing him into the darkest depths of the human soul - where a terrible truth lurks in the shadows of lies, and a price must be paid to answer.... "In A Question of Will, Craig Spector has achieved a mature, hard-won narrative authority that will be deeply gratifying to all, as well as to the many thousands of readers who have enjoyed his earlier work. The novel moves its protagonist from believable heroism into an equally convincing moral darkness terrible to behold, and it carries us with it every step along the way. This is what horror wants to be when it grows up, a vision of tragic inevitability rooted in character, ruthless and inexorably unfolding, yet shot through with the possibility of grace." - Peter Straub "Spector (The Light at the End) is a strong writer who convincingly re-creates the dark, often gruesome world of paramedics and firefighters. Most impressive is his exploration into Paul's character and how ordinary people cope with extraordinary grief and horror. Not for the faint of heart, Spector's latest is for lovers of the best psychological thrillers, along the lines of Ruth Rendell's." - Publishers Weekly
©2000 Craig Spector (P)2017 David N. Wilson

Charley Brewster is a horror movie fan, a kid with an active imagination. So, when he begins telling people that his new next-door neighbor is a vampire, no one believes him. Not the police, not his girlfriend Amy, not even the school weirdo Evil Ed. But Charley's seen the coffin and the bodies drained of blood and knows he will be the vampire's next victim. When Charley can't get anybody to believe him, he turns to TV horror host Peter Vincent, who used to be the "great vampire killer" of the movies. Can these mortals save Charley and his sweetheart Amy from the wrathful bloodsucker's toothy embrace? This is the novelization based on the classic horror film written and directed by Tom Holland that redefined the genre and birthed a thousand knock-offs. The novelization were written by splatterpunk staples John Skipp and Craig Specter. This special audiobook edition is narrated brilliantly by horror icon Peter Atkins (Hellraiser, The Wishmaster), who reminds us that there are still some very good reasons to be afraid of the dark.
©1985 Tom Holland (P)2020 Mark Alan Miller

Rock 'n' Roll. Hell. Two great tastes that taste great together. Long before Elvis gyrated on the Sullivan Show or the Beatles toiled the smoky red-light bars of Hamburg, music has been sowing the seeds of liberation. Or damnation. With each new generation the edge of rebellion pushed farther. Rhythms quickened. Volume increased. Lyrics coarsened. The rules continued to be broken, until it seemed that there were no rules at all. And as waves of teens cranked it up and poured it on, parents built walls of accusation to explain their offspring's seeming corruption. Sex and drugs, demon worship and violence are the effects. Music is the cause. Or so the self-styled guardians of morality would have us believe. Meet The Scream. Just your average everyday mega-cult band. Their music is otherworldly. Their words are disturbing. Their message is unholy. Their fans are legion. And they're not kidding. They're killing. Themselves. Each other. Everyone. Their gospel screams from the lips of babes. Their backbeat has a body count. And their encore is just the warm-up act to madness beyond belief. It emerged from a war-torn jungle, where insanity was just another word for survival. It arrived in America with an insatiable lust for power and the means to fulfill it. In the amplified roar of arena applause there beats the heart of absolute darkness.
©2001 John Skipp & Craig Spector (P)2012 David N. Wilson

Wild Things... They've been with us forever - prowling the smoky roadhouse dives that are their watering holes and hunting grounds. Predators, lurking amidst the human herd. Changing shape at will. Lusting for blood and meat they are gods in the wild. Gods in disguise. And they feed on the spark inside each of us. Syd was just another lonely working class guy singing the steel-town blues. Then he met Nora. She's sensual, Erotic. Amoral. A creature of the night and she's luring Syd across the line that few can cross - and fewer survive: the line that separates man from beast. This will be a Crossroad Press production.
©1993 John Skipp & Craig Spector (P)2012 David N. Wilson

His name is Bily Rowe. Yesterday, he was just another tragically talented loser that the city had chewed up and spat back down on the streets - a failed musician, failed lover, failed friend. But that was before a young woman was brutally murdered before his eyes. That was before the hideous creatures crawled out of the shadows to call him by name. That was before Billy Rowe discovered the power. And with it, his mission.... The Cleanup. Billy Rowe is cleaning up the streets. Now, you have nothing left to fear. Nothing but Billy Rowe. "These guys are amongst the frontrunners of modern horror. Skipp and Spector take you to the limits...then one step more." (Clive Barker)
©1987 John Skipp and Craig Spector (P)2021 David N. Wilson

This audio edition of Dead Lines includes a new foreword by David Niall Wilson as well as an author's foreword by Criag Spector and an afterword by John Skipp. Dead Lines is about a young writer/artist type named Jack Rowan, who lives in NYC and whose career never took off. His life is in the toilet. He's broken up with his girlfriend and is crashing on the couch in the loft of his more successful photographer friend, Glen, while Glen is off in LA on a shoot. In the first chapter, Jack finishes his manuscript - a collection of short stories titled Nightmare NYC - takes swigs of vodka then boxes the manuscript up, writing, "Do Not Open Until Doomsday" on it. He then hides it in a crawlspace in his friend's apartment. Then he walks up a ladder he set up in the living room, puts the rope he tied to a steam pipe around his neck. He takes one last swig of the bottle, looks at a photo in his hand of himself and a woman, and says, "Look what you made me do." Then he tosses the bottle and pitches the ladder off. The rope goes taut. Jack's neck snaps as he pinwheels around in midair, knocking over the ladder, swinging wildly as he hangs himself. Finally, he goes still. His body hangs there for weeks, visible through the fourth floor windows of the loft...if anyone was looking, which no one was. He remains there until Glen gets back. Glenn freaks out and promptly moves out. The loft is renovated for new tenants. A couple of girls who don't know each other move in. Meryl is from a wealthy family in Boston and is trying to escape her overbearing father by going to college at NYU. Katie, the other girl, is a waitress who used to know Glenn...and Jack. Meryl convinces Katie to pretend to be her roommate to get Meryl's father off her back. At first Katie says, "No, thanks," but then she goes back to her Svengali-esque boyfriend, Colin's, apartment, where she lives. She finds him in bed with two girls - customers - as Colin is a low-level drug dealer and all-around scumbag. They fight. Katie shows back up on Meryl's doorstep that night and takes her up on the offer. Meryl is surprised. She wasn't expecting a roommate for real. But Katie has no place to go, so Meryl lets her crash there. They start to become friends. One night while Meryl is fixing up her room, she finds the box containing Jack's lost manuscript. She starts to read the stories and becomes intrigued with this mysterious writer and his dark, brooding, moody vision of the city. What neither Meryl nor Katie realize is that Jack's soul, upon the moment of his death, literally imploded into the atomic substructure of the apartment, frozen in a kind of tormented limbo, forever, until Meryl starts reading his stories. And the sheer energy of her reading his words in bed each night, and fantasizing about him, starts to bring him back. His soul coalesces, bit by bit, and awareness and consciousness return. Suddenly, he's back, and he's Jack - but he's dead, a presence haunting the loft, which is his prison now. But Meryl keeps reading, drawn deeper into his world each night. By day she searches for him in bookstores - but his work has never been published. She see echoes of his images on the streets of the city. She can feel his presence through his stories. Her nightly fantasies become dreams...and the power of her dreams allows Jack to visit her, like a succubus, a night-lover in spirit.
©1989 John Skipp and Craig Spector (P)2020 David N. Wilson