Horror and Wholesome
When I started The Haunting of Henderson Close, a gothic story of a middle-aged woman trying to restart her life in Edinburgh with a new job as a historic tour guide, I was immediately drawn in. The atmosphere was incredible, the characters likeable, and the setting extremely unique. Cavendish is very skilled at crafting a... Continue Reading →
I didn’t want to tell Dad about the changing room when I first found it. It was down in the basement, where I wasn’t supposed to be. Dad kept all of his scrap and spare parts from his odd jobs as the town fix-it man down there, he thought I’d get hurt. It was also... Continue Reading →
Recently I compiled a list of my most wholesome horror stories on Reddit to offer a brief, heartwarming distraction from reality. Enjoy! Fran & Jock Man Up Ring Once Guardian Breed Papa G Bad Feeling My Lucky Charm The Past Repeats The O'Sullivan Song So Much Filler Guilty Secrets Cackling Grackles Infestation Lesson of The... Continue Reading →
As you can see by the image, I did a buddy read of Hailey Piper’s The Possession of Natalie Glasgow with my cat. He didn’t try to eat any of the pages, which should tell you that this is a Good Book! I’m not actually a fan of possession stories. They’ve never been my jam.... Continue Reading →
I have to admit, I was a bit skeptical that I would enjoy Laurel Hightower's Whispers In The Dark. I'm certainly not the right audience for police procedural stories and the fact that Rose's career as SWAT team member was emphasized in the blurb, and that the book opens with a scene of her at... Continue Reading →
My son loved books. If the only thing the kid ever got as a gift was books, he’d have been the happiest person on earth. No idea where he got it from; his dad and I could barely bother skimming short news articles, much less intentionally sit down to slog through a book. Cole, though.... Continue Reading →
Out off the old county road, there’s a path that runs through the woods. It cuts across to what passes for a downtown around here. The trail itself isn’t much to write home about, just some wooden planks laid down to mark its edges and the occasional sign nailed to trees warning people not to... Continue Reading →
Shannon Felton's The Prisoners of Stewartville is a glimpse into a depressing town overshadowed by the prison complex sitting in the middle of it. The horrors found in the tired, littered streets are subtle and creeping, and only sometimes coming from where you expect. I really enjoyed this book. The story itself was engaging, the... Continue Reading →
I wouldn’t say I was a lonely guy. I had people in my life, I got out of my house, I stayed relatively fit and healthy. I just didn’t have much luck in love. I know a lot of people want someone to blame in that kind of situation. The women who reject them. The... Continue Reading →
I think about death a lot. Not my own, not really, anyway, but my family’s. My parents, cousins, pets. I see them die over and over again, each time more gruesome and detailed than the last. And I’m just so tired. I was seven when Grandma died. It was my first brush with death, and... Continue Reading →
