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The Summer People from Shirley Jackson

I encountered this narrative years ago and it has lingered with me ever since. The named “summer people” turn out to be a family from New York, who lease the same remote country cottage annually. During this visit, in place of returning to urban life, they choose to prolong their holiday a few more weeks – a decision that to unsettle all the locals in the adjacent village. Each repeats the same veiled caution that no one has ever stayed at the lake past the end of summer. Even so, they are resolved to remain, and that’s when things start to get increasingly weird. The individual who supplies the kerosene refuses to sell to the couple. Nobody is willing to supply groceries to the cottage, and as the Allisons endeavor to travel to the community, the automobile fails to start. A storm gathers, the energy in the radio fade, and when night comes, “the elderly couple clung to each other inside their cabin and waited”. What are this couple waiting for? What might the residents be aware of? Every time I peruse the writer’s unnerving and inspiring narrative, I recall that the top terror comes from that which remains hidden.

Mariana Enríquez

Ringing the Changes from a noted author

In this brief tale a couple journey to a typical beach community in which chimes sound continuously, an incessant ringing that is bothersome and puzzling. The first very scary episode occurs after dark, at the time they decide to take a walk and they are unable to locate the sea. The beach is there, there’s the smell of rotting fish and seawater, surf is audible, but the water is a ghost, or something else and worse. It is simply deeply malevolent and each occasion I visit to the shore after dark I think about this narrative that destroyed the beach in the evening for me – positively.

The newlyweds – the woman is adolescent, the husband is older – head back to the inn and find out why the bells ring, in a long sequence of enclosed spaces, gruesome festivities and mortality and youth intersects with dance of death pandemonium. It’s a chilling reflection regarding craving and deterioration, two people aging together as partners, the attachment and violence and affection within wedlock.

Not just the scariest, but perhaps among the finest short stories available, and a beloved choice. I encountered it in the Spanish language, in the initial publication of this author’s works to appear in this country several years back.

A Prominent Novelist

A Dark Novel from Joyce Carol Oates

I delved into this narrative by a pool in France recently. Despite the sunshine I felt an icy feeling over me. Additionally, I sensed the electricity of fascination. I was working on my third novel, and I faced a wall. I wasn’t sure whether there existed a proper method to craft some of the fearful things the book contains. Going through this book, I saw that it was possible.

Released decades ago, the book is a dark flight within the psyche of a young serial killer, the main character, based on Jeffrey Dahmer, the serial killer who murdered and mutilated multiple victims in Milwaukee over a decade. Infamously, the killer was obsessed with making a zombie sex slave who would never leave with him and attempted numerous grisly attempts to achieve this.

The acts the book depicts are horrific, but just as scary is the emotional authenticity. The protagonist’s awful, fragmented world is directly described with concise language, names redacted. The audience is sunk deep trapped in his consciousness, forced to observe ideas and deeds that shock. The alien nature of his psyche feels like a physical shock – or finding oneself isolated on a desolate planet. Entering this book is not just reading and more like a physical journey. You are absorbed completely.

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White Is for Witching from a gifted writer

When I was a child, I sleepwalked and eventually began suffering from bad dreams. At one point, the fear featured a dream where I was trapped within an enclosure and, as I roused, I realized that I had ripped a piece off the window, trying to get out. That home was decaying; during heavy rain the downstairs hall became inundated, fly larvae fell from the ceiling onto the bed, and at one time a big rodent ascended the window coverings in the bedroom.

After an acquaintance gave me this author’s book, I was residing elsewhere at my family home, but the tale regarding the building perched on the cliffs felt familiar to myself, longing as I was. This is a novel concerning a ghostly clamorous, atmospheric home and a young woman who eats calcium from the cliffs. I cherished the novel deeply and returned frequently to its pages, each time discovering {something