One novel, five short stories, two poems, this collection holds a looking glass that unhinges reality in the wee hours; roads that hold with needful, unloving arms; the miasma of damp, autumnal leaves that cling to your heels and follow you home, promising the whisper of darker things still yet to come as your eyes begin to close. Yes, this is horror, the creeping kind, the kind that lingers and sticks like tombstone mosses, promising cold, dark, ethereal depths. You will face your darkest reflections in the stories bound between these pages. May you delight in the shivers. Don’t forget to look over your shoulder; while you do, you won’t be watching the shadows to your periphery, or what waits just ahead in the nebulous dim, its teeth sharp, its intention deadly.
I really enjoyed this collection of horror stories. Technically, this book contains one short novel, five short stories, and two poems. All of these were very well-written and drew me in immediately.
The collection starts off with the novel, Dead Reflections, which is a creepy story of an old house with a very mysterious mirror. The whole atmosphere is so foreboding and chilling that I couldn’t help but want to know what happened next. I found myself rushing through the novel to find out the ending. My only qualm was that the main character was a child, and I’m usually not a fan of books centered around kids.
The short stories were all very different from each other, but they were all extremely interesting and some of them were very haunting. One thing I quickly realized is that Carol Weekes doesn’t believe in happy endings. They all set up an atmosphere of fear and mystery, and I really enjoyed reading all of them.
Another successful book by Journalstone. Carol Weekes is a great new addition to the horror genre.