Carnival of Bad Decisions. 🎪😏
Reading Through the Ravenous Night We Ride feels like stepping into a fairground built by your worst impulses — every light buzzing, every booth sticky with sin. There’s no curator here, no guiding hand; just chaos wearing a smirk. Calvin Demmer doesn’t organize his horrors; he lets them spill. The result is gloriously uneven, gloriously alive — a mash-up of fever, blood, and bad timing.
The first story hits like an electric shock and sets the tone: a collection of human implosions disguised as entertainment. Husbands get what’s coming, wives bite back (sometimes literally), and ordinary people spiral into extraordinary ruin. It’s grotesque, brisk, and slyly funny — the kind of macabre that makes you think, of course this is how it ends.
Demmer writes like someone who knows exactly how long a nightmare should last. His pacing is razor-sharp — each story builds with cinematic precision, then ends in a flash that leaves you blinking, slightly disoriented. The transitions are fast, sometimes startlingly so, but never careless. He understands that horror doesn’t always need resolution — just the moment before the scream cuts off.
I read it slowly, booth by booth, tasting the smoke between stories. Each tale offers a flicker of catharsis — the killer caught, the sinner punished — but it never lasts. Relief curdles into unease before you can swallow it. These aren’t morality plays; they’re funhouse reflections. You laugh, wince, move on, wondering what the next mirror will show you.
Demmer opens a carnival for the damned, and no one leaves with a clean conscience. It’s messy, fast, and deliciously mean — like a box of cursed fireworks, each burning a little unevenly but always leaving a mark.
Verdict: 4.5 / 5. (An overgenerous score, maybe, but this one hit exactly my taste.) Grotesque, clever, and impossible to binge. You read it for the same reason people go to haunted houses — to see which part of yourself screams first.
For those who like their horror bite-sized and blood-warm:
• V/H/S (film anthology) — the same jittery, cursed energy on tape.
• Books of Blood by Clive Barker (books) — horror that dares to get dirty.
• Night Shift by Stephen King (book) — classic nightmares that never quite fade.
#MessyMacabre #CatharsisCurdled #ChaosIsThePoint