A few weeks ago I had a conversation with one of my boys at work. It was not a new conversation, just one that tends to spark controversy, make a person really think about the things (entertainment or otherwise) that they subject themselves to on a daily basis, (TV, Movies, Games…etc) Anyways, (sorry…I’m babbling) the end result, the piece de resistance, the conclusion to my friends musing was that I have become, for a lack of a better term, desensitized.
I watch TV shows filled with murder and mayhem, I read books that obsess about the details of brain matter and disemboweled animals, and never once (with the exception of the “The Mist” that screwed me all the hell up.) have I been mentally affected by a book in the way that “The Keeper” did.
This book was a horror book. A hold someone’s hand, say your nightly prayers, hide it in the freezer type of book, and to be honest, I’m not even sure if I liked it. I love a good scare but this book was pure dementia, I was less concerned about the likelihood of the author (“Sarah Langan”) eating paint chips as a child and more concerned with the fact that she may have actually been drinking turpentine instead. There is no other way I can explain how “THIS” could come out of any sane person’s brain.
Picture a small town, quaint, quiet, filled with loving people who take pride in its growth and spend their Sundays playing on the front lawn with their children. Now picture the complete opposite… Welcome to Bedford.
Bedford is THE metaphorical boiling pot for the wicked, every possible self destructive, masochistic, demonic, amoral, drunk, rebellious, schizophrenic, psychopathic person available lives here. The towns patrons however, instead of convicting themselves of the crimes they have committed, decide it is better to blame others. One person actually, and her name is Susan.
Susan is crazy. There is absolutely no other way to put it. She sees the things that go bump in the night, and likes to shove those bumpy things back into the heads of the people that they came from… while the sleep.
She walks the town in a daze, she does not speak, and eventfully she dies. Only…she doesn’t exactly stay dead.
Susan returns with a little surprise…she returns with everyone’s nightmares.
Imagine being killed by your insecurities, your worst crime, your deepest darkest secret, imagine that the thing you have tried so desperately to hide comes to light, that no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you struggle you know that in the end, YOU will also go crazy, just like Susan!
This is what happens to the little town of Bedford. There is no light at the end of the tunnel, no ending redemption, just a town hunted by greed, and deception.
This is what happens when people pretend to be what they are not.
This is what happens when God shuts the door on you.
And this is what happens when the Devil opens that door back up.
This book is NOT for everyone, it is NOT happy, and it will leave you drained. If you want a “crazy” read…then more power to you, but for the majority of you? Save your time, and your mental stability, because this one was structured to make you question everything, Even yourself.
Happy day my Kindle-ites, and remember, if the system doesn’t find justice, something else will.
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