I’m not quite sure how to feel writing this.
The time has come for you to say goodbye to the Village, and those you’ve grown to love and hate. I have personally made a connection with these characters, and I hope you have as well.
It was hard, this last book, especially when I had to introduce the last house. It’s a house that holds a lot of darkness for me.
You see, it’s inspired by a place where a dear friend of mine was murdered.
Why he was shot, or who shot him, remains a mystery to this day. I’m still holding on to the hope that it might be solved, but until then, it’s just another cold case.
It’s been twenty-something years since that night. I still drive by the house sometimes. It’s still there. Still lived in. Rented out to a family that has no idea about its bloody history.
I often wonder if he’s there, watching from behind the curtains of the afterlife.
Could he be seeking vengeance for what has been done to him?
Is he still the same person, or has his brutal murder somehow twisted his spirit into something… unrecognizable?
I can’t seem to shake off the awful idea that someone close to my heart might be trapped in between planes of reality… never able to leave but also not being able to have a proper, peaceful existence even if he stays.
That, to me, is true horror.
For the best reading experience, read the Haunted Village series in the following order:
See you in the shadows,