As a connoisseur of all things
creepy I’ve read my share of ghost stories and have pored over various dusty
tomes by lamplight at the witching hour. That being said, Little Girls by Ronald Malfi, takes the incorporeal cake. A sense of foreboding permeates the narration from the first page turn
and, as the reader delves deeper into the disconcerting story line, a feeling
of dread unwittingly crawls up the spine.
As the title implies, in Little Girls the ghostly menace happens to be the restless spirit of a child. What is it about the apparitions of children that so readily strike a chord in our collective disquiet? When those twins crawl out of the woodwork croaking “REDRUM” or some youngster or other becomes possessed by a malevolent specter, it’s downright unsettling. If you pair ominous kids with a decrepit old mansion that happens to be the scene of a recent suicide, you have the setting of Little Girls.
Throughout the tale the reader is given reason to question the sanity of the protagonist. Is Laurie Genarro being plagued by the phantom of her childhood tormentor or is she slowly losing her mind in the wake of her father’s suspicious death? Luckily for us it can be a little of both as a person’s ghosts aren’t always things that go bump in the night.
If, dear reader, you happen to live in a haunted old manor house, like myself, I don’t recommend that you stay up late into the night with this book clutched in your cold, clammy hands wondering about that odd thumping sound resonating from the attic.
As the title implies, in Little Girls the ghostly menace happens to be the restless spirit of a child. What is it about the apparitions of children that so readily strike a chord in our collective disquiet? When those twins crawl out of the woodwork croaking “REDRUM” or some youngster or other becomes possessed by a malevolent specter, it’s downright unsettling. If you pair ominous kids with a decrepit old mansion that happens to be the scene of a recent suicide, you have the setting of Little Girls.
Throughout the tale the reader is given reason to question the sanity of the protagonist. Is Laurie Genarro being plagued by the phantom of her childhood tormentor or is she slowly losing her mind in the wake of her father’s suspicious death? Luckily for us it can be a little of both as a person’s ghosts aren’t always things that go bump in the night.
If, dear reader, you happen to live in a haunted old manor house, like myself, I don’t recommend that you stay up late into the night with this book clutched in your cold, clammy hands wondering about that odd thumping sound resonating from the attic.
~Ryan, Circulation
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