I read just the short story for a book club, and I found it quite engaging, though the ending left something to be desired. The narrative revolves around Caroline, the new wife of the Italian Consul for Britain, who has been in Italy for three months. She embarks on a driving sightseeing tour, excited to showcase her driving skills on the right side of the road and to visit attractions her husband may not be familiar with. In particular, she’s determined to squeeze in a visit to an ancient tower before nightfall.
As she climbs the tower, she discovers it’s much creepier than she anticipated. Counting her steps to stay focused, she reaches around step 300 when the rusty handle begins to give way. Suddenly, she starts hearing a voice, experiences vertigo, and feels something brush against her shoulder—was it a bat?
While I appreciate horror stories with ambiguous endings, this one fell short for me. I found myself picking it apart, and it simply didn't hold together. For a twist to be effective, it needs to make sense, and in this case, it just didn't.