When young Wren moves into a new home with her mother, father, and grandmother, she discovers that the house once belonged to an artist who died within its walls. Then, one night at precisely 2:50 a.m., Wren awakens, and a series of increasingly horrifying events begins to unfold. As reality starts to unravel, everything Wren has ever known is turned upside down. Some houses hold memories. Others hold something far more sinister.
For such a short novel, this little horror story packs one hell of a punch! Horror is incredibly subjective. What terrifies one reader might barely unsettle another, and so much of that depends on our imaginations and personal experiences. Would I call this terrifying? Not particularly, but did it leave me with a lingering sense of unease? Yep!
I think much of that discomfort came from having such a young protagonist. Wren is around my own children's ages, and there's something inherently disturbing about experiencing horror through the eyes of a child. My one little gripe was that Wren occasionally seemed a bit too mature in her reasoning and decision making for her age, but that's me nitpicking.
I loved the incorporation of artwork throughout the novel. It was woven into the storytelling so seamlessly, adding another layer to the atmosphere without ever feeling gimmicky or distracting.
.....That ending? Wonderfully open ended. I have thoughts, but I'll be keeping those to myself because this is one you'll want to experience without anyone planting ideas in your head. Sometimes the most effective horror isn't what the author shows you, but rather what your imagination does with everything left unsaid