The nerve is dead. It can't hurt you.
Dr. Norman Plaque waited eleven years for a third dental chair. Now that he finally has one, his root canal patients keep coming out ... different. Calmer. Colder. Hungrier for raw meat and strangely fluent in a language that predates recorded history.
Turns out tooth roots make excellent elevator shafts, and something ancient has been sleeping in the bedrock beneath his office, patiently waiting for someone to drill an opening wide enough to climb through.
With his skeptical hygienist Priya, a small-town sheriff who'd rather blame the gas line, and a local reporter who's been waiting her whole career for a story like this, Norman has one weekend to stop his mistake from spreading - before four hundred dentists at a regional convention get an offer they can't refuse.
The Dentist is a cheesy, gooey, tongue-in-cheek horror-comedy about ambition, ancient evil, and the true cost of a really nice chair.
Open wide. It already knows your fillings.