Written by the author of one of my favorite Twitter accounts of all time (@nihilists4jesus), this collection of short ghost stories is inspired by Western Americana and the “cultural, historical, and cosmological landscape of Mormonism.” Folks, it is a treat. Not too terrifying—just north of chilling, most of them—which is exactly how I like my ghost stories.
The story right out of the gate is one that all American Mormons have our own internal version of: what lies at the end of the folding-chair tunnels under the stage in the cultural hall 🫣👻
He uses a few too many descriptors, particularly in the first few stories (kill more darlings, man!), but the second half of the book was chock full of bangers to make up for it. I reread this run-on sentence on the very first page twice, so in shock I was that the guy whose every tweet is formed with pinpoint hilarity would use this many adjectives: “I pulled against the reluctant hydraulics of the glass-panel side door of the chapel, framed by the beige yellow brick glowing sickly tangerine in the sodium lights of the empty parking lot.” But hey, no one is perfect, and the story of the mute pioneer child who gets lost before a snowstorm on the plains is so spooky that I forgot to be annoyed with any other excesses.
I think my other favorites were the baptism for the evil dead ancestor, the group date in Provo Canyon that turns psycho-deadly, one of the 1/3rd host explaining where his “enmity” comes from, and oh yea! the bloodstone buried beneath the SLC Temple foundation! 💯. And he really saved the best for last: an invented conversation with Lucifer set right before the heart of Mormonism, the dark moments of anguish before Joseph’s First Vision. Chills! Bravo!!
I want to read a few of these to my siblings (who are a mix of Mo and ExMo) out loud at our Christmas Eve party. The thought makes me feel all warm and fuzzy… and black ❤️🔥🖤