Published by Horrorgasms Press on October 12, 2018
Genres: Crime, Dark Fiction, Fiction, Horror, Mystery, Occult & Supernatural, Paranormal, Supernatural, Suspense, Thriller, witch
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On Halloween night, three teenagers pay a visit to the old woman who lives alone in her ramshackle little house in the woods with dozens of cats. The trio had planned on an All Hallows Eve prank before heading to a party. The town of Summerdale has a dark past and Josie Howard knows the true story of Mister Jack. And when she's done telling her chilling tale of blood and madness, their lives will be forever changed.
MISTER JACK is a Halloween novella by Chris Kosarich. This story captivated me from the very start. Even before I knew what was “planned” by our three main characters, there was a sharp sense of uneasy anticipation that ran through me. Whatever was to come had my complete and undivided attention.
“. . . That was what Halloween was all about, just a good old-fashioned scare.”
Doesn’t every small town have that one house where the occupant is rumored to be a witch or warlock? What a disappointment to learn that they are just as normal as you or I!
Or so you’d think . . .
While at first you might believe this is the same, formula-like plot of a town-wide rumor, I can honestly say that it is anything, except that. Kosarich writes an original tale, with vivid descriptions, emotions, and more than a few gory surprises. You will smell the Autumn in the air, see the tale of Mister Jack unfold before your eyes as it is reminisced, and feel the heartfelt emotion in the remembrances of a Halloween long past.
Even the teenagers out for a good time found themselves captivated by a version of the “local legend” that they hadn’t heard quite like this before.
“. . . she admitted to herself that she was slightly curious to hear it.”
Overall, I felt this novella was the perfect read for the Halloween season. It was long enough for the reader to get invested in each of the characters, yet not so long that you’d feel like “wandering off” if you were one of the youthful audience.
Pull up a log in the woods, and prepare to hear the tale of Jack Lacroix as it had never been told before.
“Then, he came to Summerdale.”
Ignore the chill that creeps up your spine as you hear his story recounted. It’s only an unexpected gust of wind enveloping you.
. . . Probably . . .