That would be horrific enough, but there’s more-Mouse stumbles across her step-grandfather’s journal, which at first seems to be filled with nonsensical rants.until Mouse encounters some of the terrifying things he described for herself.Īlone in the woods with her dog, Mouse finds herself face to face with a series of impossible terrors-because sometimes the things that go bump in the night are real, and they’re looking for you. Grandma was a hoarder, and her house is stuffed with useless rubbish. After all, how bad could it be?Īnswer: pretty bad. When Mouse’s dad asks her to clean out her dead grandmother's house, she says yes.
I can’t recommend The Twisted Ones enough.When a young woman clears out her deceased grandmother’s home in rural North Carolina, she finds long-hidden secrets about a strange colony of beings in the woods in this chilling novel that reads like The Blair Witch Project meets The Andy Griffith Show. The story has successfully pushed me to dig deeper and start hungrily researching the history and folklore that runs thick and rich throughout the American South.Īnybody looking for a real that’ll make it difficult to turn off the lights and yet won’t let you stop turning pages will not be disappointed. The revelations at the climax of the tale come hard and fast, at a breathless and heart-pounding pace. To be perfectly honest, I can’t think of a single thing to gripe about with this title. Her descriptions are vivid, visceral, and utterly disturbing. Kingfisher is a master of bringing Mouse and eccentric neighbors to life. The Twisted Ones is an intimate tale of folkloric horror, and one of the only books that has managed to give me jump scare in writing. Kingfisher is the alter ego of Ursula Vernon, author of the Clocktaur War books, Swordheart, the Dragonbreath books (as Vernon), among many others.
Now Mouse needs to get to the bottom of the story buried under a hoarder’s monument to a lonely life. Next thing she knows, the litany of the twisted ones follows her home and into her nightmares. Then Mouse finds a story, a stone, and a tunnel in the woods behind the house, leading to a hill that doesn’t exist. The house is a mess of mountains of newspaper, stacks of unidentifiable junk, and dolls. In short, the story begins when Mouse is asked to clear out her grandmother’s house in North Carolina, after the old woman’s death. I do not recommend such a trip unless you enjoy staying in your car in the driveway, unable to get out because you 1) need to know what happens next, and 2) because you’re not entirely sure if something moved in the tree by the back window. In audio format it stayed with me on the long drive out to the Middle of Nowhere, VA, where we lived for a time. The Twisted Ones kept me company on a series of flights to and from Florida at the beginning of the year.
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