Until he realizes there's a maniac - human or otherwise - on the loose. Until the night the lady next door turns out to be not only screaming, but missing, and Dave wonders if he could have saved her. We see where things went wrong, how he became the angry slacker with no life, who stays up watching movies all night and listening to the lady next door scream at her boyfriends. Through glimpses into his past, we learn of the person he once was, the potential he once had. (the blurb also promised redemption, for which in his case I wasn't a fan, but could at least hope it'd come at a high price).Īnyway, so, here's Dave, petulant and demanding, living with his long-suffering mother. After all, the cover blurb promised gore and horror, so, I was optimistic really awful things were gonna happen to Dave. I didn't know if I'd be able to keep reading.īut, after a few moments to collect myself, I pressed on. Kneejerk, hit a nerve, too close to home. In the vehement want-to-slap-the-crap-out-of-them way I normally hate very few people. The user, the loser, the abuser, the sulky overgrown manchild who does nothing and expects someone else to take care of him. That damn guy, that guy everyone knows at least one of. The first chapter of this book gave me such a vivid and visceral reaction, such a fuming frothing fists-clenched fit of rage, I almost couldn't stand it.
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