Junior horror is a format I've seldom seen done well. This started really promisingly, with a snappy short brought to you by covidiocy. Longer is the next story, where a school kid gets creepy messages from his school walls as he takes a crayon rubbing of them for texture lessons in art class. A girl suddenly finds her eye feels loose, as if it will pop out like a baby tooth does – but then what kind of fairy comes along in such a situation? It's a shame this piece can only finish by piling on the absurd. A drone trendily features in a look at what might intrigue some of the schoolkids this author works with – the great unknown of the school roof. A girl ignores a weird cold call from an air-duct cleaning service, at a cost.
School life is definitely here, from the creepy boiler room to the creepy old science store cupboard, from supply teachers to that one kid who just knows horror cinema more than any other. But it also has an adult thought too – I'm not the only person to see the incredible shrinking T-shirt inspired by how old concert merch gets more and more ill-fitting over the years. We have a certain someone from horror history quibble about the covid lockdowns, and throughout the stories have been thoroughly diverse, interesting and entertaining – piling on the thrills in a way that would have made for very OTT, plummy writing in lesser hands.
Greater still, the whole thing has a novella running through it – we start, revisit multiply, and finish with, a story of a horror writer who really can get inside people's heads and know what scares them, as a girl fan finds out after his visit to her school. This then is not a linked set of stories, rather one of those portmanteau efforts, where something is on hand to cause all the rest. For the author in the novella has a great way of writing successful horror anthologies, and this really is one too. With no stinkers, this counts as one of the most sustained collections I've ever seen, and this brings body horror and old-fashioned tropes alike to life in a way that doesn't seem too eager, too trendy, but just natural. Yes, someone here sure knows their craft – and it isn't only the character within. I'd heartily recommend this; although the cover is dreadful.