A review by bunnieslikediamonds
The Moorstone Sickness by Bernard Taylor
4.0
Another young couple leave their stressful city life for a too-good-to-be-true country house, only to find themselves in the middle of an 80's horror novel. I never grow tired of this trope. If the male protagonist is an author, which is often the case, so much the better. A generic academic works too, as long as the wife is sad and/or melancholic. Throw in some creepy villagers and I'm in.
This 1982 story, another great Valancourt pick, is particularly satisfying . There is hardly any violence, and the monsters are human, but the atmosphere is supremely creepy. It is obvious early on what's going on, but it doesn't detract from the suspense. The author and his sad wife are not annoyingly stupid, they just don't know they've stepped into a nightmare where sweet elderly villagers collect your finger nail clippings. The ending: horrifying.
This 1982 story, another great Valancourt pick, is particularly satisfying . There is hardly any violence, and the monsters are human, but the atmosphere is supremely creepy. It is obvious early on what's going on, but it doesn't detract from the suspense. The author and his sad wife are not annoyingly stupid, they just don't know they've stepped into a nightmare where sweet elderly villagers collect your finger nail clippings. The ending: horrifying.