With a surprising turn from Darcy Coates’ usual horror-infested plot lines, in The Folcroft Ghosts, it is not the dead you should fear, but the living. Darcy Coates’ latest novel makes the reader shudder on a whole new level. She draws you, as the naive and unsuspecting reader into a false sense of comfort through May’s gentle grandmotherly warmth and Peter’s soft-hearted core surrounded by the gruff exterior of hardworking farmer.

After receiving news that their mother was involved in an accident, Tara and Kyle are whisked away to an isolated mountain town to be taken in by grandparents they had never met before, and who had only been spoken of in hushed conversations. When they pull up outside the isolated farmhouse, they don’t know what to expect.

May and Peter Folcroft are like any other doting grandparents, lavishing their long-lost grandchildren with gifts that align with their favorite hobbies, while filling their tummies with decadent foods and their nights with warmth, laughter, and the love that only a family can offer. But as always, things are never as they appear when it comes to an isolated farmhouse nestled away in the mountains.

If you’re looking for a creepy  ghost story, you may be a bit turned off at first by the lukewarm easiness and the sugary sweet family moments of the first few chapters, as ghosts and the supernatural tend to take a backseat in this tale compared to the horror extravaganza so often found in Darcy Coates’ stories. However, rest assured that this is sure to be a fast favorite for fans of Darcy’s work, as it chills the bones on an entirely new level.