Affinity's Window
Affinity Bell, a lonely child whose only companion is the threadbare doll she’s christened Mr. Moppet, roams the empty halls of Bell Manor attempting to escape the evil that pursues her. The Others, the horrifying creatures only she can see, attack young Affinity at every opportunity. But Mr. Moppet will protect her, he’s told her so, and Mr. Moppet knows magic.
Tanner Dann, a world-weary writer searching for proof that ghosts actually do exist, is being called by an unknown force to Bell Manor. Will the two powerful psychics he’s hired help him to discover the proof for which he’s been searching, or will they too be dragged down into the noxious pit that is Bell Manor?
Evil flows through the heart of Bell Manor, pulsing and ebbing like some hideous tide. Will it drag Tanner and his friends down into its gaping maw, or will they battle back at Affinity’s Window?
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This is the first piece I've read by this author. I'm greatly surprised. Ghosts and demons, pure paranormal threads are my thing in horror. I love them, and Wilson takes those terrifying strings and twirls them together, in such a loving way that you lose conscience of what side you are on.
He plays in two superimposed dimensions, jumping from one to another without making the reader feel lost, you just keep on and on, and never see the moment of putting down the book.
This tale is indeed, scary. He's an amazing narrator, so you can really feel the pain and anguish in the little girl. The fear... as well as the resentment, hate and anger of the evil entity crawling in the characters' minds, who have double blades and make you realise the way the author is playing with your thoughts.
Wilson knows horror. Every little detail is sewed to provoke that spine-chilling sensation in the reader. The doll, the mirrors, the abrupt and broken feelings of the little girl. Unexpectedness. This book will turn your dreams into nightmares, and the images he projects into your mind... those will steal your sleep and also, at the worst moment of loneliness, your wakefulness.
