Two senior citizens driving a powder blue Cadillac may not be what you think of as typical villains. In fact, they’d probably overlooked as suspects in anything. For Tim Robertson, they are evil incarnate.
As a child, Tim’s best friend went to sell cookies to two older ladies who’d lived on their street. Once he entered the house, the boy never came out again. Fast-forwarding twenty years, a grown-up Tim and his family are living far from the neighborhood he’d grown up in. Imagine his surprise when a moving truck shows up across the street carrying the belongings for two very familiar faces.
Taking up residence in their new house are the exact same little, old ladies who’ve haunted his dreams. They haven’t changed a bit. When unfortunate occurrences begin to plague Tim’s neighborhood, he knows exactly who to blame. But, no one believes him. After all, they’re the picture of innocence. To stop the madness, TIm needs to confront his worst nightmare head-on.
This novel is one of the few that Willow Rose has penned that isn’t attached to a series. Horror fans will notice that she crosses over a number of sub-genres in this one- shape shifting, murder, and paranormal among others. Unfortunately, this is not her best work.
The original encounter with a younger Tim is the best part. Once he enters adulthood, things become jumbled and hard-to-follow. It zig zags through introducing insignificant characters while neglecting any development with the main ones. Although most horror novels require the readers to suspend belief in realty for a while, this one goes beyond that to the point that I was ‘seriously? That doesn’t even make sense in horror’. It isn’t unreadable, but if I was to recommend one of her books, it wouldn’t be this one. I give it 3 stars.