There is a monster in here, Mr Ghosty and that monster is me. It has nothing to do with demons and whatnot.
That was truly awesome! You know you've enjoyed a somewhat limited but still 'deep-ish' ghost story when your first thought is "Smeg! I wish that had lasted longer!" Which I guess kind of goes without saying (but I did anyway). But I will say that even with my voiced greediness out there for public perusal that Lee Richmond's "PolterGary" winds up reading a lot more… fully, is that the right word? … than its 140 pages or so of prose would otherwise testify to. Whatevs. It was fun, it got a bit gory and damn, this was a proper hommage to just a whole host of spooky films you may or may not have seen!
It’s a spiteful, angry presence, and I feel it wishes great harm to you.
Our story focuses in large part on poor Gary, who through every fault of his own (read that again, please), winds up getting smushed by a speeding, bright yellow taxi. Which was a real shame because like so many of us, he had just had a life-changing experience seeing "Die Hard" for the very first time. Then again, I guess death also counts as a life-changing experience but I digress… What he quickly finds out, much to his chagrin, is that the business of being dead is just that: a business. Which I thought was just absotively effing hilarious, as I finished just a few scant days ago Dave Turner's "How to be Dead" collection, which of course, focuses on the business of death, um, I mean, Death. Or if you prefer, you can even reference Frank Edler's quirky "Death Gets A Book" especially if you want to include any Tattered Black Robes™ in your discourse and also refuse to accept that there can only be one d/Death doing the job at any one time. For me, the jury is still out on that…
As Maria Carey’s ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ filled his ears, Gary wished it was possible to be somehow deader.
But no, as we're led to believe, there are seven* key positions available to all who are selected for the business of the afterlife (*in actuality, there's … you know what? I'll let you find out for yourselves!). For our discussions, we have Gary and his best friend Jerry (convenient rhyming that) who are both poltergeists, which Gary was definitely happy about because he loved the movie. You can't see 'em of course (the poltergeists, not the movies), but their job is to provide general haunting and other moaningly (*snortle*) silly stuff to scare people out of their residences and/or minds. Or provide jobs for ghost-hunters that appear on just about every cable and streaming service in existence these days. Oh and the aforementioned residences do NOT have to be where said ghosts died. Who decides who goes where is kind of left floating incorporeally in the air (the Council maybe?) but that's besides the point.
The first thing you need to do is locate your ectoplasmic testicles and man the fuck up.
We also have the hilariously named Yoko (yep, she even gets a chance to "sing"!), who is The Vengeful Spirit - or Onryo as they were known in Japan - who has a somewhat odd crush on Gary (not Jerry). Yoko is portrayed unabashedly as essentially the spirit from "The Ring", including the weird crab walking and general contortionism. After all, her "whole modus operandi is misery, curses, and death." So a real keeper for sure! And its this gang that all gets together once a week at "The Tomb", not to drink, no, but to generally moan (aside from the professional moaning) and groan (ditto) about their jobs. Eventually karoake is also involved, but I think that word alone underlines some of the horror we see in later parts of the book. Let's just say if you don't like people going splat, kaboom and generally being turned inside out or used for arts and crafts time, well, run away!
What the fuck do I do now? How long before some hippy and a Great Dane show up in their stoner van?
Richmond handles all of this quite well, whilst managing to combine a more-than-viable story about ghosting with a dramatic twist of the latest family to move into Gary's assigned quarters. The Freeborne's make themselves at home, including Mom and Dad, son and daughter, and the barely still breathing Grammy, too. How things begin to morph for them over the next several chapters is worth the price of admission alone, especially once we realize cute little Pandora, mommy's extra special wee girl, is in fact, quote, "a devious little shit with psychic and telekinetic abilities." And Gary knows that while his job is to scare and cause mischief, he doesn't want to just sit there and witness the wee demon kill her whole family in increasingly nasty ways! Again, once the blood and guts starts flying, it's easy to see why essentially everyone involved begins siding with the dead folks!
I am going to show you things that’ll make you wish you were dead… deader, I mean.
So all-in-all a very well-structured and morbidly funny tale! Sure there were a few editing hiccups which may or may not have resulted from being hit in the head repeatedly with flying lamps. But at the end of the day this wee look into the lives of our various tenants and the non-lives of Gary and his pals is more than worth your time! And besides: with over 115 uses of some form of the word "fuck", be honest: who could ask for anything more? Me? I'm going to go look and see what else Richmond has out there to consume as this was a treat! I think I saw something earlier about titties, so count me in! Keep it spooky, y'all!