If I could have given GHOSTERS, a terrifying novel told in the course of 10 brutal, horrifying stories, SIX STARS, I would have.
You have NEVER read a book like GHOSTERS. If you are not familiar with the writing of Ralph Robert Moore, I envy you, because your whole view of horror literature is about to change forever. Think of Charles Bukowski sitting at the foot of your bed wearing a goat mask, pinching your toes until they tingle while telling you the devil's own bedtime stories, and you're scraping the surface of Ralph Robert Moore.
There are times during the reading of GHOSTERS where I LITERALLY had to put the book down and play 30 minutes of video games just to make myself feel human again, just to lighten the mood, as it were. To push away the terror.
GHOSTERS will haunt you forever. It is brutal, no-nonsense, shut your face and swallow it horror.
What's it about? Damn you for asking. The book surrounds the adventures of a unique group of folks known as Ghosters. They each have their own little abilities, and they each have their own unique personalities. Stan and Bud, partners, are a mismatched pair of guys who collect ghosts like baseball cards or comic books. Yeah, they'll find your ghost for you, and giggle over the uniqueness of the find like a couple of nerds under the bleachers of the high school's football stadium. That is, until something goes wrong. Until something... isn't right. Until the ghosts they seek turn against them...
There's Patrick, the stoic, polite destroyer of demons who wants his cash up front, because clients don't often survive the surgery. There's Tilda, the one who will do whatever... and I mean WHATEVER needs to be done to ensure that whatever haunts you dies forever, even if it means biological mutation to those who employ her.
And then there's Clay... the EATER. The callous, son-of-a-bitch who doesn't care about you or your life or your problems, he's there to do the dirtiest of the dirty work, to take the poisonous specters and chew them like bread pudding, deranging him forever, destroying more than just the ghosts he swallows in mouthfuls.
Don't call yourself a reader of horror unless you've read Ralph Robert Moore, until you've purchased this book and allowed it to work itself over you like a swarm of knees and elbows with mouths, until you're consumed. I'd wish you luck but it won't matter. I'd tell you to enjoy yourself but you won't. You may just not survive the journey.
And that, more than anything, is horror. There's a good reason Dark Musings named GHOSTERS it's Best Horror Novel of 2015.
Go on... don't be scared... after all, it's just a book.