I lay in bed listening to the wind
push itself through the walls. As if the bricks have holes in them. I’m
imagining Helen blowing kisses across my face in the dark.
“But she isn’t here is
she.”
Laughter greets this. Familiar yet
alien. That’s my voice. But it doesn’t belong to me. The anxiety creeps up in
my throat.
I throw back the duvet and I’m
instantly cold. The house is an ice box. My feet on the wooden floor give me a
shock.
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The hallway is pitch black. There
are no windows. Feeling my way across the wall, half expecting it to open up
and swallow me where I would stay, trapped forever.
“Where you belong.”
“Fuck off.”
The spare room door creaks on rusted
hinges. Inside is a pale light. The curtains are open. They should be closed. I
closed them.
Helen sits in a rocker by the
window.
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In the corner a cot. I sink to my
knees, white knuckles gripping the bars. Black, glassy eyes staring at a
wailing bundle.
“Please. Just_”
Singing. Faint and far away. Helen
cradles the baby. Soothing, reassuring. The moonlight paints her face a pale
blue.
“Hel_”
“Hush. She’s sleeping.”
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“I can’t do this anymore.”
The walls close in, suffocating me.
***
I don’t sleep. But the morning light
is here. A reluctant grey face weeping tears across the window. No footsteps.
No crying. They’ve left me alone. It’s early. If I get out now I can watch the
tide come in.
On the beach the waves climb the
black, crooked limbs of the pier. Like a spider drowning in a puddle of water.
The thought makes my throat run dry. The spray soaks my jeans. I put my face to
my thigh. Damp. Salty. I breathe in hard and let it the fabric block my nose
and mouth.
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In another time and place I’m
laughing, chasing Helen. Her brown hair escapes through my fingertips. The
sunlight warms our skin as my hands close around her waist. My world fell apart
when she smiled. It collapsed around me and I let it go. She rebuilt it for me.
A better place than before. We filled it with people, places, memories and a
perfect face that stared up in wonder at this new world and the people that
built it.
When I open my eyes she is rocking
the pram back and forth.
“Why are you here?”
She doesn’t answer. Just rocks and
smiles, rocks and smiles.
“Moving here. It was supposed to be
a new start.”
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She looks at me then. The same look
I ran away from.
“I’m sorry.” My eyes glance toward
the bundle in the pram. She starts to pull back the blanket.
“No Helen I can’t. Jesus Christ you
know I can’t.”
I walk away. Her eyes boring into my
back. Watching. Judging.
***
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I wake up in darkness with my head
resting on the kitchen table. They move about upstairs. Hands clap. Helen’s
voice carries a nursery rhyme.
“Listen to how happy they are
Jack.”
“Stop it.”
The rain starts to fall. Tiny
fingers tap on the windows and build into fists that hammer on the glass. I
cover my ears from a scream, vaguely aware that it could be me. The room starts
to shake.
Upstairs water runs down the walls.
A gale blows through the hallway carrying a stench of sea water and petrol.
There is something else too, something sweet and rotten. Screaming from inside
the spare room. I throw open the door and headlights blind me. My old ford.
Submerged in water. It’s horn blaring.
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I go to the window. The water rises.
My own face stares back at me, stupid and terrified. In the passenger seat is a
rag doll that used to be my wife. Slumped over the dashboard, hair floating in
the water.
“HELEN!”
Nothing but darkness again and the
moonlight cutting a shard across the damp floor. A sweet song drifting up from
the old rocker. I am mad. This is not real. I am not real.
“Look Jack.”
I close my eyes. Shaking my head.
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“Look at the life you made for
them.”
“Leave me alone.”
“She’s so pretty isn’t she
Jack?”
Helen is in front of me. Her face
bloated. The bundle in her arms writhes
and thrashes beneath the sheet. Water in her lungs. Gasping for air.
“Look at what you did.”
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She pulls back the sheet and my
world falls apart again. Only this time I fall back into the nightmare. The
walls are screaming mouths. The wind breaks my skin and the water washes my
blood away. I am a skeleton, a fragment, nothing. I am lost in an ocean.
“Stop it. Fucking stop
it!”
I wake up on the floor.
There is no wind. There is no rain.
There are no headlights. There is no cot.
“You are alone.”
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Jack Wildern is from the UK. He writes short fiction and lives in Hampshire with his wife and two children. Most recently his work has been published in The Book Smugglers Den and Parhelion.
Released in September of this year, Lucy Undying is the latest release by horror author Kiersten White. This is the same author who brought us Hide and Mister Magic, which were both wonderful books. And I’m pleased to say that Lucy Undying has kept up that trend.
The story
Lucy Undying is the story of Lucy Westenra, a character from the original epic novel, Dracula. Lucy is an early victim of Dracula, a tragic young woman who is turned into a creature of the night and eventually beheaded by her fiance.
But what if she wasn’t?
Abandoned by Dracula and unable to return home, Lucy travels the world searching for someone to spend her eternal life with.
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Meanwhile, in the present time, a young woman named Iris is in England to sell properties that belonged to her mother. Said mother was the leader of an MLM cult. This cult is trying to control Iris even now. Her only wish is to sell off some antiques for money, then disappear where the cult can never find her again. Then, she meets Elle, and what she wants from this trip changes.
Of course, it’s soon clear that this trip would never be straightforward. Especially when she finds the journal of Lucy Westenra in a safe of the abandoned house.
The story
Lucy Undying was hard to put down because it constantly left the reader asking questions. Who is Elle? Why is Iris involved in the story of Lucy? Why is her crazy mother’s crazy cult out to get her? Will Lucy ever find someone to love? And why has she chosen to pour out her whole story to a random therapist? Any book that has me asking so many questions will succeed in getting me to turn every page.
The mystery of the novel is particularly impressive because it’s told from three points o view, in three timelines and three different styles of storytelling. I am impressed that these three timelines were able to progress without tripping over each other.
I’m also impressed by the constant style switching. When we’re with Iris, the story is told in first person. Lucy talking to the therapist is telling the story in a narrative. And then we have Lucy when she’s still a human, in her personal diary. As a writer myself, this was a fun experience.
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Even aside from the format switching, this was a well-written story. The dialog and word choices were beautiful and flowing. I found myself highlighting passages because they were just so touching, poetic, or otherwise perfect. If you’re a word nerd like me, you’ll find yourself swept away by the beauty.
Finally, Lucy Undying was an obvious love letter to the original Dracula. It mimicked the style, storytelling, and themes perfectly. The only real difference is that the characters were more lively and interesting. It was sexy, dark, and gothic. It was very much the dramatic retelling we needed in modern times.
All in all, Lucy Undying was a fantastic read. If you’re a fan of vampires, gothic lesbian love stories, or just great stories, check it out now.
Retellings of classic fairytales have become commonplace. Take a popular story, twist it to fit into a specific genre, or tell it from a different character’s perspective. Published in September 2024, W. R. Gorman’s debut novel, We Kept Her in the Cellaris no different. Here we encounter the story of Cinderella, but this is definitely not the kind and mistreated princess we’ve come to know. No, Gorman’s Cinderella is a barely human, Lovecraftian creation, complete with tentacles and a penchant for the macabre.
The Plot.
We Kept Her in the Cellar is a dark retelling of Cinderella, narrated by the envious stepsister, Eunice. The story begins with Eunice, her mother, and her younger sister, Hortense, living a comfortable life on a decaying estate. Financial troubles force her mother to marry the wealthy Mr. Fitzwilliam, who brings with him his mysterious and disturbing daughter, Cinderella.
Upon Cinderella’s arrival, a strange incident occurs, leaving Hortense injured. As the truth about Cinderella’s monstrous nature and the dangerous rules necessary for survival are revealed, Eunice finds herself trapped in a horrifying nightmare.
Skip forward seven years and we encounter Eunice, who has spent much of the past years providing care for Cinderella and acting as a buffer between her sisters. Enter the Prince and upcoming the ball, add to this Cinderella’s escape the night of the party and we have a hell of a grisly mess.
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Highlights.
Cinderella as an eldritch being is a great concept and one that makes sense when you consider the original fairytale’s main character’s ability to speak to mice, her sleeping in the cellar, the perceived cruelty of her stepmother and sisters, and the necessity of being home before midnight. Gorman has convincingly flipped these well-known plot points, twisting them to suit her story.
Drawbacks.
We Kept Her in the Cellar is Gorman’s debut novel and unfortunately the author’s inexperience is obvious. The writing is mediocre at best. The writing is often repetitive, with the same ideas expressed in multiple, similar sentences. Additionally, the excessive repetition of words within close proximity is difficult to ignore. This can add a stylistic, rhythmic quality to prose if executed by a strong writer, here though it becomes distracting. The dialogue, too, suffers from a lack of focus. It is often meandering into unnecessary tangents that fail to enhance the narrative or character development.
Despite enjoying the unfolding of the plot, the relationship between the Prince and Eunice is underdeveloped and feels forced. Reading the letters that are passed between the two offers some very cringy exchanges that are far from sounding realistic.
The Final Take.
While We Kept Her in the Cellar presents an intriguing premise and likable characters, the execution falls short. The writing style is unfortunately difficult to navigate, making it challenging to fully engage with the story. Had I not been reviewing the book, I doubt I would have persevered to the end.
Thanksgiving is coming up this week if you live in America. And many of us are going to be in contact with younger relatives. And some of you might be on a mission to be the cool/bad influence relative that introduces them to the horror genre. If so, I have just the graphic novel for you.
Published in September of 2023, Hide is based on the novel of the same name by Kiersten White. It was adapted into a graphic novel by Scott Peterson, and illustrated by Veronica and Andy Fish. It tells the story of fourteen people who believe they are in a reality show, playing Hide and Seek in an abandoned theme park. It should surprise absolutely no one to find out that the creators of the show have something much darker in mind.
The story
Our main character is Mack. She’s had about the worst rough start to life one could imagine and is currently living in a homeless shelter. There, she’s given the opportunity to participate in a game show, playing hide-and-seek.
I like to think that if the shelter manager had known of Mack’s horrific past, she wouldn’t have ever made that suggestion.
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Mack signs up and soon finds herself in an abandoned amusement park with thirteen strangers. The rules are simple. Hide during the day, and be the last person found. Of course, this is nothing but a lie. There will be no winners, only victims.
What works
The first thing we have to talk about is how Hide the graphic novel compares to Hide, the original book. Of course, there wasn’t going to be enough room for every single part of the story. There were some cuts. But it doesn’t feel like anything essential was cut here. The characters remain the same. The storyline is still there, sans any structural issues. Often, this is a difficult thing to do. Some stories don’t translate from one medium to another. But Peterson did a wonderful job.
Of course, we can’t talk about a graphic novel without talking about the art. And the art in this book is fantastic. The colors are rich and vibrant. Everything looks exactly like one might picture it when reading the novel.
Except for the monster, which I have to admit I pictured more like a Rat Creature from Bone.
My favorite part was the journal entries. I loved the cryptic sigils that are scribbled over the page without explanation. I loved the different handwriting. I loved the clippings of newspapers and pictures. The whole thing was just wonderfully, eerily, immersive.
Finally, I want to point out that Hide is a great graphic novel even if you’ve never read the book, and never intend to. This is not a companion for the book. It tells the story all on its own. And yes, reading a graphic novel is just as valid as reading any other novel. This is just a good story, with good artwork. No other reading is necessary.
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What didn’t work
There was only one thing I didn’t love about Hide. And that was the ending.
It’s usually the ending.
In the novel, the ending is ambiguous but satisfying. This ending was, without ruining it, a little more ambiguous. There are questions I really wanted answers for that I didn’t get. There is at least one character that I’d like to know about. Are they okay? I don’t know. And this ending doesn’t even really give us a hint. All we can do is hope.
If you are going to be picking this up for a younger person, be aware that there is some rough language. There are also a few graphic scenes of violence, so if that’s the sort of thing that will get you banned from further holiday events, be aware. But if you have a tween or teen who needs to be encouraged to delve into the creepy side, Hide is a great way to do it. Of course, there’s no shame in just reading it yourself.
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