Beware the tinkling in the breeze

141. Wind Chimes – R.R. Walters

This is one of those horror stories that doesn’t have a research scene and has no explanation for what’s going on. I’m not a fan of that. I got this because I thought the title of Wind Chimes would make for an odd horror story, which it did, but not in the way I hoped. The trees and the wind chimes and the imaginary place known as Wunderland and its leader Rosamund are all odd, but they just get to exist with no underlying reason.

A yuppie family has a daughter who becomes a painting prodigy – landscapes only – after they get her these wind chimes she asked for to put by her “special place,” which is a tree grouping with a hole in it big enough to hang yourself in that is also a gateway to another world, Wunderland, no, not like Alice in Wonderland, which is continuously explained. Rosamund is apparently not a ghost or a demon or anything explainable and she tells you how to get to Wunderland, where only kids can live, if she likes you.

Eventually, they run out of people to either bring to Wunderland or kill off, and it seems like the house wasn’t paid off, so I’m confused as to what the end message is with the image of Megan still painting in the yard like she always did. Let children live alone in trees? When is the bank coming? The mailman is the one who sees her, will he report it to CPS? Anybody?

 

Murderface is one of my peegs that truly did not like music noises, she had a specifically discernible dislike of high hat cymbal. I never made her listen to wind chimes, I bet she would hate their little tinkles.