Every October I try to read something spooky before Halloween. This year it was We Used to Live Here by Marcus Kliewer. While I am not a Reddit user, this book had incredible momentum coming off of that platform and other social media accounts. It was an intriguing read for me – I translated the morse code symbols at the ends of chapters, took notes on other secrets (like the chapter where random letters are capitalized to spell out a phrase), translated from Latin to English and so on. In the end, I had a whole page of notes. While this was really engaging for me, I didn’t love the overall storyline and couldn’t fit together all these pieces of code into something meaningful that furthered the story. I was left with more questions than answers as I turned the final page. If you’ve read it, I would love to hear your thoughts!
As a young, queer couple who flip houses, Charlie and Eve can’t believe the killer deal they’ve just gotten on an old house in a picturesque neighborhood. As they’re working in the house one day, there’s a knock on the door. A man stands there with his family, claiming to have lived there years before and asking if it would be alright if he showed his kids around. People pleaser to a fault, Eve lets them in.
As soon as the strangers enter their home, inexplicable things start happening, including the family’s youngest child going missing and a ghostly presence materializing in the basement. Even more weird, the family can’t seem to take the hint that their visit should be over. And when Charlie suddenly vanishes, Eve slowly loses her grip on reality. Something is terribly wrong with the house and with the visiting family—or is Eve just imagining things?
What’s on your bedside? I think it’s time for me to start on my Christmas stack. Falalalala!
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Sounds too scary for me. I am a military brat, who was fortunate enough to live in one house for 9 years. We were all sad to leave that one. 20 ish years later, I was back in that neighborhood, knocked on the door, and asked the man who answered my knock if I could look around the yard, as I had lived there years before. He invited me in, and I got a tour. His wife was there, also, and I had a lovely visit. It turned out that they had bought the house from my parents, and it was well cared for.
I love that!