Ah, Mr Masterton. People think horror, they think King, Straub, Herbert, Barker, etc. I think that Graham Masterton should be up there as a...ahem, master. He constantly writes tight, gripping, balls-to-the-wall horror.
Walkers is no exception.
Jack narrowly avoids running down a child in a grey hooded jacket, and pursues the figure into the woods on foot. He there discovers a grand building, unseen from the road and instantly falls in love with it. With plans to covert the dilapidated house into a country club, he starts to inquire about it. Unfortunately, The Oaks used to be a home for the criminally insane, and inside the crumbling walls, the one hundred and thirty five maniacs still reside, despite all the inmates mysteriously vanishing one night in 1926. On an impromptu inspection of the place, Jack finds that his son is missing, like he's vanished into the walls themselves...
This is the perfect amalgamation of two Masterton books I have previously read: The House That Jack Built and Ritual. In Ritual, we have a desperate father trying to save his kidnapped son, and in House, we have the wonderful sprawling haunted house akin to The Haunting. Walkers has elements of both.
First off: gore. Lovely, lovely gore. Masterton sets up a strong cast of supporting characters, which will always prove to be lots of meat for the grinder. He even lets the chaos run free, so that no one in Milwaukee is safe! This gives us plenty of mini stories within the plot were we see everyday characters meeting various sticky ends. I love it when books do this!
I think the biggest plus point in this story is that we start with standard, yet very atmospheric, very creepy haunted house fare. While I appreciate haunted house novels (and as people who follow my reviews will know, they crop up a fair bit) the big reveal is usually...ghosts. While this may be the case here, Masterton gives them a very unique spin on how they exist and how they can attack and kill. The result is an enigmatic blend of, say the movies 1000 Maniacs and Tremors!
I'll admit that some parts may border on the far-fetched, but it all adds to the fun. The pace is on the nose and it never lets up. What I call the squeam-factor is there in spades. Trust you, Graham! The edition I read was part of an omnibus alongside Ritual, one of the most squeamish books I've ever had the pleasure of reading. Together, and due to their refusal to be put down, this is one of my favourites.
Any horror fan should let their hair down, settle in and have some fun with this little gem. Highly recommended.