Looking back twenty nine years, a book was written with an eerie atmosphere, which is from the creepy setting that was home to a malevolent ghost, a gross, decayed visage of a woman in black. It’s a quick read and a pleasant one at that. Nothing worse than working ones way through a tedious ghost story, only to fall asleep mid chapters therefore loosing the build up to the real creep out moments. The book is a dreary story, so expect the haunting, the scares and the horror to have a certain undercurrent of pure sadness and tragic inertia pulling it’s way through the story telling. And by the end you will be left wondering if you are in fact creeped out or extremely depressed? Nonetheless it will all be over within a day.
The story centres on a young solicitor, Arthur Kipps, who is summoned to Crythin Gifford, a small town on the east coast of the United Kingdom to attend to the funeral of Mrs. Alice Drablow, an elderly widow who lived alone in the secluded Eel Marsh House. Some creepy shit happens at the funeral, Mr Kipps tries to be brave. Then some creepy shit happens at Eel Marsh, Mr Kipps tries to be brave. Then some sad revelations occur, Mr Kipps is brave.
Enjoy the pace as it is easy not only to go from page to page but chapter to chapter. It’s a goodie.
The book has been made into a film with the same name starring Daniel Radcliffe. Strange how Harry Potter has made a giant leap from wizard boy to father – I wonder how this will be to watch. But a good British ghost story is a good British ghost story and surely it will transcend from paper to screen if it’s backed by some great British talent.
So grab the book before you watch the film just to see who imagined it better, you or the director.