Her Final Sleep
The hard rock band Her Final Sleep are not only beautiful, they are incredibly talented. They have the small town of Pine Lake completely enamored, but some say they hide something evil in their old house just outside of town. Kyle Van Velt and his friends are about to have a run in with Her Final Sleep, with disastrous consequences.
Joe DiCicco grew up on horror. He developed a fascination for the dark, eerie and altogether strange at a young age. He began weaving his macabre tales in his childhood and has been writing them down as short stories ever since. He holds a degree in Natural Resources Conservation and is a passionate nature and animal lover. When not writing, he enjoys playing bass guitar, listening to music, cooking, hiking, bird watching, watching horror movies and reading horror and dark fantasy literature. He currently resides in upstate New York.
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Horror isn't usually my thing, but I do like to mix it up. If you like this genre, you won't be disappointed. It's classic—mysterious all the way, slow build, creepy, then bloody.
This book centers around the town of Pine Lake. It's very blue collar and laid back, full of factory workers, truck drivers, hole in the wall bars and people just passing their days. Kyle and his bandmates have a dream of getting out and making it big.
That voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect on Kyle as he stood listening on the dark, empty street. To his mind that voice conjured the image of a cemetery angel, cold grey marble keeping a melancholy vigil over winter-darkened headstones. That voice was sad, yet powerful; beautifully feminine.
Another band, Her Final Sleep, is already the highlight of the town and on their way to the big times. They are uncommonly beautiful girls and amazingly talented musicians. Their status is quite a bit raised compared to rest of the population. They have somewhat of a Mean Girls thing going on outwardly.
And a freak thing going on inwardly.
Although it appears to be a sleepy little town, something weird is happening. People keep going missing.
The summer is over and night sets in againBut this winter is unlike those before, for it holds dark thingsDark, hungry things that watch, and wait, and bide their timeThe long winter, the longest winter yetAnd when spring finally comes, you may not be there to greet it
If you're looking for that peculiar, eerie feeling, this story is probably for you.
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