Review: When Darkness Falls by R. G. Porter
Rating: 4 out of 5
Date: 03 23, 2012
Some stories are best when they are read on a chilly evening, sitting in front of a fire with a nice cup of tea and rain pattering on the window pane. This is not one of those stories. This should be read on a sunny afternoon while the sounds of children at play drift through the open windows. Otherwise you might find yourself feeling a slight creepiness in the room, maybe the hair on the back of your neck will stand up...maybe you aren't alone?Leaving university for the real world of full time jobs, apartments and responsibility is a milestone that should be celebrated. Some celebrate with a large end of the term blowout at a fraternity house, some with pizza and beer with a couple of hundred of their closest friends but others take this last opportunity to be with just the nearest and dearest. The future is unknown and this may be the last time everyone will be together.A road trip to a camp ground sounds like a good, healthy way to celebrate. Get all your friends together, put them in a couple of cars and head out into the backwoods for a few days of bonding. But what if that trip is interrupted by the sounds of tires screeching on the asphalt, metal clanging as it grinds together and glass shattering. What if you wake up with no real memory of what happened but find yourself being cared for by a good Samaritan. What would you do if nothing seems quite right but you don't know what is wrong.Our group of college grads is going to get the answers to those questions. Trapped in a mansion with more rules that a chem lab each will have to find the right answer to unlock the door to the future. The puzzle draws them deeper into a world which has no resemblance to the one just moments behind them. Will they escape?With lots of twists, turns, a creepy bad guy, personality conflicts and otherworldly events this story is both fun and chilling to read. I loved it. Anything that gives me chills is a winner. Thanks to the author for putting me on the edge of my seat and making me turn the pages as fast as I can read.Karen Bryant Doering