This is the best book written in the style of old-school Stephen King that isn’t actually by him—and it’s absolutely brilliant!
Oh my goodness! Finally, someone has brought back the addictive, engaging, unputdownable spirit of classic Stephen King. This book gave me those incredible Pet Sematary and Salem’s Lot vibes, with a dash of old-school Dean Koontz thrown in for good measure!
I’ve loved Chuck Wendig’s previous works, especially Wanderers, but this creepy, dark, paranormal, and complex story hooked me instantly. I’m thrilled it was long, but honestly, it still wasn’t long enough—I wanted to keep reading it for days.
The characterization, the tense atmosphere of the haunted mine, the house with a nasty ghost, and the gripping, high-tension storytelling turn you into a couch potato, hands glued to your e-reader. You’ll keep turning the pages, barely daring to breathe, jumping at every creak in your house. That’s the magic of this book!
As a fan of ominous, riveting horror/thrillers with quirky, relatable characters, this book felt like a match made in heaven for me—perfect for anyone who loves psychological horror.
The opening is epic! Serial killer Edmund Reese has been caught after killing four innocent young girls. He’s about to be executed in the electric chair, but as a man obsessed with numbers, he keeps muttering correlations and rechecking his calculations. It seems like he’s figured out a way to escape the chair, and sure enough, he vanishes into thin air. Where did he go?
In the present day, police officer Nate Graves learns from his father’s lawyer that his father, who has cancer, wants to sell him his childhood home for one dollar. Nate is furious—his father was an emotional and physical abuser who made his childhood a living hell.
When Nate tells his wife, Maddie, that he’s rejected the offer, their 15-year-old son overhears and intervenes. Their son, who is an empath, has recently experienced a humiliating incident at school due to his heightened sensitivity to others’ pain and fear. He’s desperate for a fresh start, and moving might be just what he needs.
Reluctantly, Nate agrees, and the family of three packs up and moves to the eerie house near Rambling Rock Park—the same area where Edmund Reese took his victims.
Almost immediately, strange things begin to happen. Nate starts seeing his father’s ghost chasing him through the woods, barefoot and in a dream-like state, reminiscent of Pet Sematary. Their horror-novelist neighbor, Jed, even feels like a nod to Pet Sematary’s Jud, with names that are suspiciously similar.
Maddie, too, is haunted by her past. As a child, she saw something terrifying while making dolls in her bedroom, and now, as an artist working on macabre sculptures, she experiences blackouts. When one of her sculptures—one that looks eerily like Edmund Reese—attacks her, things spiral out of control.
Then there’s Olly, who gets bullied on his way home and is saved by Jake, a mysterious young man living in a nearby trailer park. Their growing friendship worries Nate—Jake reminds him of someone, and his gut tells him something’s off. Nate couldn’t be more right.
I’ve already given away too much, so I’ll stop here. But I’m telling you, this book is so good! It took me back to my teenage years when I’d lock myself in my room after school, devouring Stephen King until dinner time. That same excitement filled me as I turned the pages of this book.
The conclusion was satisfying, and I enjoyed every aspect of this story. Five stars don’t feel like enough—I’d give it the entire galaxy if I could!
A huge thank you to NetGalley and Random House Publishing/Del Rey for providing me with this incredible digital review copy in exchange for my honest thoughts.