Two more families follow, along with various incidences of “bad luck” with those who visit the house. Then shit starts to go down.Īfter several suspicious wildlife maulings, the new neighbors lose everything that is valuable to them: a child, reputation, their father- until they are driven from the home in an attempt to to maintain their reputations. Colquitt and Walter do come around on it, even becoming close friends with the architect, as they see his talent come alive in the form of a modern home. A newly-minted architect has been hired by an old money daughter of the South to build a house that says fuck daddy in all its glory. The neighbors, Colquitt and Walter, are pissed when they find out the empty lot next to their house- in a very influential Atlanta neighborhood- is to be no more. That’s the premise of The House Next Door. And what if you just happen to live next door to all of the zany butchery? Instead, it relies on a person’s own weaknesses, feeding them until they become grotesqueries and horrors beyond imagining. It doesn’t need any incorporeal spirit rattling its chains or throwing plates. What’s a house without a ghost? Still one bad motherfucker, if The House Next Door is to be believed.
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