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One House Left by Vincent Ralph
4.0
First off, I’m still recovering from the ending. Like, I’m pretty sure I’ll be side-eyeing every shadow and suspicious creak in my house for the next, oh, eternity. Thanks for that, Vincent Ralph.
This book is like that one rollercoaster you swear you’ll never get on because it looks like a death trap—but then you find yourself strapped in anyway, screaming your head off. And when it's all over, you're like, "Let’s do it again!"
The story follows Nate Campbell, a teenager whose family used to live one street over from Cherry Tree Lane, aka Murder Road. For six decades, houses on this street have been dropping bodies like it's a sport. Enter the Hiding Boy—a ghost with a grudge and apparently a lot of free time. This spirit is like the worst kind of game night host: he makes the rules, they’re always unfair, and oh yeah, you might die.
Nate thought he was just moving to a new town and maybe making a few new friends. When he gets sucked into his new friends’ urban legend club, things get even twistier. Now, if this were a movie, this is where you'd yell at the screen, “Don’t do it, Nate!” But, of course, he does it.
The novel is a masterclass in building tension—each page is like opening a door in a haunted house. You know something’s coming, but you’re not sure from where or when it’ll strike. The characters are well-drawn and relatable—until they start doing that classic horror movie thing where they ignore every warning sign. But that’s part of the fun, right? It’s like yelling at your friend not to text their ex at 2 AM—they’re gonna do it, and it’s gonna be messy.
Ralph’s writing is razor-sharp, blending the nostalgia of R.L. Stine’s Goosebumps with the creepy, modern edge of urban legends you’d swear you heard from a friend of a friend. So, if you like your horror with a side of “WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!” this book is for you—though you might want to keep a nightlight on, just in case.
This book is like that one rollercoaster you swear you’ll never get on because it looks like a death trap—but then you find yourself strapped in anyway, screaming your head off. And when it's all over, you're like, "Let’s do it again!"
The story follows Nate Campbell, a teenager whose family used to live one street over from Cherry Tree Lane, aka Murder Road. For six decades, houses on this street have been dropping bodies like it's a sport. Enter the Hiding Boy—a ghost with a grudge and apparently a lot of free time. This spirit is like the worst kind of game night host: he makes the rules, they’re always unfair, and oh yeah, you might die.
Nate thought he was just moving to a new town and maybe making a few new friends. When he gets sucked into his new friends’ urban legend club, things get even twistier. Now, if this were a movie, this is where you'd yell at the screen, “Don’t do it, Nate!” But, of course, he does it.
The novel is a masterclass in building tension—each page is like opening a door in a haunted house. You know something’s coming, but you’re not sure from where or when it’ll strike. The characters are well-drawn and relatable—until they start doing that classic horror movie thing where they ignore every warning sign. But that’s part of the fun, right? It’s like yelling at your friend not to text their ex at 2 AM—they’re gonna do it, and it’s gonna be messy.
Ralph’s writing is razor-sharp, blending the nostalgia of R.L. Stine’s Goosebumps with the creepy, modern edge of urban legends you’d swear you heard from a friend of a friend. So, if you like your horror with a side of “WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!” this book is for you—though you might want to keep a nightlight on, just in case.