The second book in Peg Kehret’s trilogy following the character Ellen Streater is the only obvious supernatural one, and might be the only one with actual otherworldly entities. Whilst not an amazing piece, I have some strong positives. The book is basically a love letter to collecting and collectors, and the sentimental value that objects hold to individuals. The ending truly ties this all together and is a a fantastic final chapter that is saving this book a bit. I liked the theme a ton and the writing is consistently very solid and enjoyable. There’s some cool additions in here like Mr. Clayton towards the end and the true threat of this book alongside their shocking reveal and cruelty. The climax is decent (but I have some detriments), the concept of this Halloween attraction is pretty nice and was done even better in Wear and Scare from Spinetinglers, and the story… okay, let me clear: it’s not bad, but it’s nothing special. Aside from the conveyed themes, the story isn’t some groundbreaking material and whilst I enjoyed it for what it was, it was partly killed by two factors: the pace and the derivative nature of it. It’s super predictable and doesn’t have too much creativity, and the book is arguably way too far for its own good. Yes, it’s only 130 pages—but the font-to-page correlation basically translates to a 220 page Goosebumps. Yeah, with the meh story in mind… this isn’t worth your time, good or not. Moving on, the climax was a bit too short and there was a random character introduced that had no build up and only served as some muscle, which I found a bit underwhelming. Corey’s screaming (context required) somehow amounted to nothing, so it felt like a musical crescendo building up to utter silence with no avant-garde explanation for it. And alas, the whole attraction thing acted as more of a backdrop for the story, and I feel like it was majorly underutilized. Wasted potential; at least Ellen’s part was relevant near the end, in a very ironic twist. Overall, 7.5/10. It’s really good, but not worth the long read, for it’s nothing too special. This book has been glaring at me from my shelves for two years at this point so nice to finally rip off the band-aid.