Unsworth, Sophia J - Silent House: And Other Strange Stories
This ought to tempt many who enjoy “strange” stories. Yes, too many books wave that shingle. “Hey, I’m strange, I’m packed with strangeness” when they are just Horror tales, supernatural yarns, ghost stories.
Unsworth seems to have found a crossing into the borderlands.
The title story flows into the cinema, Silent cinema. A house devoted to a bygone artiste, disliked by the authorities. There was a death, a murder. Later, footage from his final work goes missing. Nevertheless, the museum acts as a lodestone for tarrying memories.
“The Caller” is more about the recipient of mysterious phone calls. After all, he had purchased a vintage telephone. Pre-plastic, Bakelite. He ought to have expected the device to have a few quirks. That it may even pick up on other resonances.
One can stare at the past, inhabit old memories, resist change. “The Grey Man”, an reclusive observer, is himself seen by the homeowner. He doesn’t appear danger, a bit sad, really. Gazing, sometimes even walking up the front lawn, then too hesitant to knock. There is a longing.
“The Tall Tailoress” shares a building, an alliance, with the architect. She is the more successful, designing gowns and dresses for an elite clientele. Including royalty. He is less fortunate, as none of his elaborate designs find form. So, he takes the random side jobs. Once underway, this becomes an unsettling tale of betrayal and death.
“Woodbine” was an older country home, settling into ruin. The appraiser’s task was straightforward enough. Catalogue and value the inventory. Daunting, yet the remuneration was handsome. Plus, he could stay there rent-free for five months. Small stipulation, should he depart, for any reason, prior to the five months, he would have to pay rent for the time spent there. What could possibly force him to leave?
This is an auspicious debut, and fans of troubling stories would be well served in searching this out.