When her latest dig falls through, Sam, an archaeoentomologist, goes to visit her childhood home in North Carolina. However, when she arrives, something is very wrong. Vultures watch the property day and night. The house has been entirely renovated, looking exactly as it had when it still belonged to her prim and proper Gran Mae, not Sam’s carefree mother. Sam’s mom seems different too– paranoia, weight loss, extreme personality change… could it be delayed grief over Gran Mae’s passing? Early onset Alzheimer’s? Or something more sinister? As strange and horrifying things unfold, Sam struggles to believe her eyes. After all, this is a suburban subdivision built in the 90’s, not a creepy old manor. Surely, there’s a perfectly normal explanation… right? With the perfect blend of horror and humor, this Southern gothic from T. Kingfisher will keep you on the edge of your seat, until the last page. 

-Riley