I heard Dennis Etchison read his marvelous short story, "Red Dog Down" at World Horror in '08. I later got my hands on this book, and recently completed reading it.
This is a psychological horror. Emphasis on the psychological. The narrators in the book are seriously unreliable, to the point that you only *believe* you really know what happened. (That was my experience, anyway).
This is sort of a multi-media story, too. There's quite a good chunk of the book told through the envisioned screenplay of one of the characters. There's also a bit of poetry. I always like experimental stuff, and I generally sailed through this little book with dispatch, but I was left, well, not quite satisfied. In my continuing lament for half stars on Goodreads, I will say that I would give this one 3.5, were I able to do so.
There are flashes of fantastic writing in here, and it's a generally serviceable horror, but I feel that it's not Etchison's best.