A young man sets out to learn the mysterious circumstances surrounding his grandfather’s death and gain some fame of his own by documenting it, and thereby hangs a tale as eerie as the original….
Hugh Fraser and David Blacklaw were famous in their day, and they did it simply by being themselves, living life to its fullest and letting the world know about it through Hugh’s freelance stories and photographs. Then, in 1968, Hugh died peacefully in his sleep and Blacklaw and Fraser passed into legend…
…until…
Hugh’s grandson, John, decides to interview the surviving member of the team and write his grandfather’s biography, hoping to revive his own flagging career. With wife Carole in tow, he heads to Scotland and a meeting with David Blacklaw, now an invalid in his eighties.
As one might expect, the house is a truly Gothic mansion in as bleak a setting as can be envisioned of the Scottish moors in March. What happens in the house is nothing as John anticipates, however. He doesn’t realize Blacklaw is going to tell him he’s almost his grandfather’s image, a fact which gives the old man quite a start at their first meeting. John is also taken aback by the actual facts of Hugh’s death.
Blacklaw’s open enough about retelling their story, and from McKinnon, the butler, John gets a confirming version. With marriage and a family and their lives settling into their thirties, Hugh wanted to make a “comeback,” and decided the way to do it was to film a television documentary, investigating the supernatural. He’d found a book purporting to contain instructions on how to summon a certain entity and was going to use it……only something went wrong and Hugh died in the process. For his family’s sake, the entire affair was hushed up.
Now John is about to re-open a very deadly supernatural can of worms.
Given the tapes recording the actual ceremony, John hears his grandfather’s own voice tell what he plans to do. There’s a photograph album in the library, a pictorial history of David and Hugh’s adventures together and the last one in the album… Hugh, lying inside a circle-enclosed pentagram…very obviously dead.
There are other things not so tangible…a weird scrambling in the library, books tossed about whenever John’s present…and a hunched, shambling figure seen at long-distance on the moor… John is excited and delves further, researching the thing Hugh was pretending to summon, discovering perhaps he actually succeeded…
He gets the bright idea to re-enact the ceremony and discover what, if anything Hugh actually called up that night, what killed him, and if it’s his grandfather’s spirit or something else now trapped in the library.
Carole tries to reason with him, Blacklaw warns him of what happened to his grandfather, but John is like Hugh in this respect. He’s determined…guided by his grandfather’s voice on the tapes, he knows what happened before, so he won’t make the same mistakes Hugh did. He’s positive he’ll come through unharmed and with the answers he needs…
…but with the supernatural, as with Life in general, nothing turns out as he or anyone else expects.
John’s about to learn that his grandfather succeeded only too well.
The House on the Moor is filled with Gothic nuances and atmosphere. There’s always that expectation of something waiting just around the turn of the corridor or lurking in the shadows off the stairs. There are echoes of The Haunting in the rustlings and sounds emanating from the darkened library ceiling and the memories imprinted in the stones of the basement where the ceremony was held, as well as glimpses of Lovecraft’s unmentionable creations in the translations of the ancient manuscript.
If the reader likes a tale of isolated old houses with dark brooding atmospheres and long-hidden secrets begging to be revealed, of forbidden creatures from past eons waiting to be released on an unsuspecting world, The House on the Moor will appeal.
Best read it before sunset, however…after dark, the rustlings in the library may come back to taunt you.