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The church was constructed in the 1860s under the guidance of Reverend Wendell McFall. His sermons declared the existence of God’s Second Son- whose mission is to undo all of Jesus’ work on Earth. McFall had the church painted red to summon the First Son to defeat the Second. But when he sacrificed a child to support his rantings, his congregation hung him from the rafters of his own sanctuary...

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Overview

The church was constructed in the 1860s under the guidance of Reverend Wendell McFall. His sermons declared the existence of God’s Second Son- whose mission is to undo all of Jesus’ work on Earth. McFall had the church painted red to summon the First Son to defeat the Second. But when he sacrificed a child to support his rantings, his congregation hung him from the rafters of his own sanctuary...

For twenty years, the red church has stood empty. Crumbling to ruin, it has become a site for Halloween pranks and the setting for ghost stories- including one about the thing that lives in the bell tower, a creature being blamed for a brutal murder that occurred in the church’s gravveyard...

Now, Archer McFall has purchased the church to house his Temple of the Two Sons, whose zealous worshippers will stop at nothing to see the Second Son return to his rightful glory...
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Editorial Reviews

author blurb - Stewart O'Nan
"Readers will sense echoes of Stephen King's classic Castle Rock tales in the Red Church, but there's a tasty strain of Lovecraft here, too. Scott Nicholson knows the territory. Follow him at your own risk."
author blurb - Jonathan Maberry
"Always surprises and always entertains."
Author - Jonathan Maberry
"Scott Nicholson is the kind of writer who always surprises and always entertains."
Author - Stewart O'Nan
"In the Carolina mountain town of Whispering Pines there are locals, there are flatlanders, and then there's something else altogether. As the blood runs and the bodies pile up, readers will sense echoes of Stephen King's classic Castle Rock tales in The Red Church, but there's a tasty strain of Lovecraft here, too. Scott Nicholson knows the territory. Follow him at your own risk."
Author - Christopher Ransom
"Scott Nicholson understands that the best horror novels achieve primal fear through a combination of sustained atmosphere, richly drawn characters, and believable if uncanny evils that draw unholy power from everyday lives. The Red Church is a damn scary story well told."
Author - Sharyn McCrumb
"In a literary and a geographic sense, Scott Nicholson explores the dark legends of the southern end of the Appalachian mountain chain, a nightmare country that ends in Stephen King's yard. A wonderful storyteller, he is at the top of his game in The Red Church."
Author - Bentley Little
"Scott Nicholson is a terrific writer. Like Stephen King, he has an eye and ear for the rhythms of rural America, and like King he knows how to summon serious scares. My advice? Buy everything he writes. This guy's the real deal."
author blurb - J. A. Konrath
"Better hang onto your pants, because Nicholson is about to scare them off."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780786015030
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 6/1/2002
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 4.30 (w) x 6.88 (h) x 0.99 (d)

Meet the Author

Scott Nicholson is the author of seven novels, including THE SKULL RING and THEY HUNGER, as well as three story collections. He often uses Appalachian folk legends and faith themes in his work. He's also a journalist and freelance editor and founder of the small press, Haunted Computer Books. Nicholson also writes comic books, including DIRT and DREAMBOAT. His Web site is www.hauntedcomputer.com. or visit him at Author Central on Amazon.
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Dark.
So black that Ronnie couldn’t see his hand in front of his face.
He was in a box, a coffin, with nothing but the hard thud of his heart to mark the passing of time.
“I’m scared,” Tim whispered.
“Shh” Ronnie said. “They’ll hear us.”
Though they already knew the two of them were locked in the vestry. It wasn’t as though there were a whole lot of places to hide inside the red church.
Ronnie finally opened his eyes. The weak gleam of moon fought through a small window set high in the back wall. He could barely make out Tim’s pale face, though his eyes and mouth were steeped in shadows. He pressed his ear to the door again.
She has out there.
Waiting.
Wanting.
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First Chapter

The Red Church
The world never ends the way you believe it will, Ronnie Day thought.

There were the tried-and-true favorites, like nuclear holocaust and doomsday asteroid collisions and killer viruses and Preacher Staymore's all-time classic, the Second Coming of Jesus Christ. But the end really wasn't such a huge, organized affair after all. The end was right up close and personal, different for each person, a kick in the rear and a joy-buzzer handshake from the Reaper himself.

But that was the Big End. First you had to twist your way though a thousand turning points and die a little each time. One of life's lessons, learned as the by-product of thirteen years as the son of Linda and David Day and one semester sitting in class with Melanie Ward. Tough noogies, wasn't it?

Ronnie walked quickly, staring straight ahead. Another day in the idiot factory at good old Barkersville Elementary was over. Had all evening to look forward to, and a good long walk between him and home. Nothing but his feet and the smell of damp leaves, fresh grass, and the wet mud of the riverbanks. A nice plate of spring sunshine high overhead.

And he could start slowing down in a minute, delaying his arrival into the hell that home had been lately, because soon he would be around the curve and past the thing on the hill to his right, the thing he didn't want to think about, the thing he couldn't help thinking about, because he had to walk past it twice a day.

Why couldn't he be like the other kids? Their parents picked them up in shiny new Mazdas and Nissans and took them to the mall in Barkersville and dropped them off at soccer practice and then drove them right to the front door of their houses. So all they had to do was step in and stuff their faces with microwave dinners and go to their rooms and waste their brains on TV or Nintendo all night. They didn’t have to be scared.

Well, it could be worse. He had a brain, but it wasn't something worth bragging about. His "overactive imagination" got him in trouble at school, but it was also kind of nice when other kids, especially Melanie, asked him for help in English.

So he'd take having a brain any day, even if he did suffer what the school counselor called "negative thoughts." At least he had thoughts. Unlike his little dorkwad of a brother back there, who didn't have sense enough to know that this stretch of road was no place to be messing around.

"Hey, Ronnie." His brother was calling him, it sounded like from the top of the hill. The dorkwad hadn't stopped, had he?

"Come on." Ronnie didn't turn around.

"Looky here."

"Come on, or I'll bust you upside the head."

"No, really, Ronnie. I see something."

Ronnie sighed and stopped walking, then slung his bookbag farther up on his shoulder. He was at least eighty feet ahead of his little brother. Tim had been doing his typical nine-year-old's dawdling, stopping occasionally to tie his sneaker strings or look in the ditch water for tadpoles or throw rocks at the river that ran below the road.

Ronnie turned- to your left, he told himself, so you don't see it- and looked back along the sweep of gravel at the hill that was almost lost among the green bulk of mountains. He could think of a hundred reasons not to walk all the way back to see what Tim wanted him to see. For one thing, Tim was at the top of the hill, which meant Ronnie would have to hike up the steep grade again. The walk home from the bus stop was nearly a mile and a half already. Why make it longer?

Plus there were at least ninety-nine other reasons-

like the red church

- not to give a flying fig what Tim was sticking his nose into now. Dad was supposed to stop by today to pick up some more stuff, and Ronnie didn't want to miss him. Maybe they'd get to talk for a minute, man-to-man. If Tim didn't hurry, Dad and Mom might have another argument first and Dad would leave like he had last week, stomping the gas pedal of his rusty Ford so the wheels threw chunks of gravel and broke a window. So that was another reason not to go back to see whatever had gotten Tim so worked up.

Tim jumped up and down, the rolled cuffs of his blue jeans sagging around his sneakers. He motioned with his thin arm, his glasses flashing in the midafternoon sun. "C'mon, Ronnie," he shouted.

"Dingle-dork," Ronnie muttered to himself, then started backtracking up the grade. He kept his eyes on the gravel the way he always did when he was near the church. The sun made little sparkles in the rocks, and with a little imagination, the roadbed could turn into a big galaxy with lots of stars and planets, and if he didn't look to his left he wouldn't have to see the red church.

Why should he be afraid of some dumb old church? A church was a church. It was like your heart. Once Jesus came in, He was supposed to stay there. But sometimes you did bad things that drove Him away.

Ronnie peeked at the church just to prove that he didn't care about it one way or another. There. Nothing but wood and nails.

But he'd hardly glanced at it. He'd really seen only a little piece of the church's mossy gray roof, because of all the trees that lined the road- big old oaks and a gnarled apple tree and a crooked dogwood that would have been great for climbing except if you got to the top, you'd be right at eye level with the steeple and the belfry.

Stupid trees, he thought. All happy because it's May and their leaves are waving in the wind and, if they were people, I bet they'd be wearing idiotic smiles just like the one that's probably splitting up Tim's face right now. Because, just like little bro, the trees are too doggoned dumb to be scared.

Ronnie slowed down a little. Tim had walked into the shade of the maple. Into the jungle of weeds that formed a natural fence along the road. And maybe to the edge of the graveyard.

Ronnie swallowed hard. He'd just started developing an Adam's apple, and he could feel the knot pogo in his throat. He stopped walking. He'd thought of reason number hundred and one not to go over to the churchyard. Because- and this was the best reason of all, one that made Ronnie almost giddy with relief- he was the older brother. Tim had to listen to him. If he gave in to the little mucous midget even once, he would be asking for a lifetime of "Ronnie, do this" and "Ronnie, do that." He got enough of that kind of treatment from Mom.

"Hurry up," Tim called from the weeds. Ronnie couldn't see Tim's face. That wasn't all bad. Tim had buck teeth and his blond hair stuck out like straw and his eyes were a little buggy. Good thing he was in the fourth grade instead of the eighth grade. Because in the eighth grade, you had to impress girls like Melanie Ward, who would laugh in your face one day and sit in the desk behind you the next, until you were so torn up that you didn't even care about things like whatever mess your dorkwad brother was getting into at the moment. "Get out of there, you idiot. You know you're not supposed to go into the churchyard."

The leaves rustled where Tim had disappeared into the underbrush. He'd left his bookbag lying in the grass at the base of a tree. His squeaky voice came from beyond the tangle of saplings and laurel. "I found something."

"Get out of there right this minute."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"But look what I found."

Ronnie came closer. He had to admit, he was a little bit curious, even though he was starting to get mad. Not to mention scared. Because through the gaps in the trees, he could see the graveyard.

A slope of thick, evenly cut grass broken up by white and gray slabs. Tombstones. At least forty dead people, just waiting to rise up and-

Those are just STORIES. You don't actually believe that stuff, do you? Who cares what Whizzer Buchanan says? If he were so smart, he wouldn't be flunking three classes.

"We're going to miss Dad," Ronnie called. His voice trembled slightly. He hoped Tim hadn't noticed.

"Just a minute."

"I ain't got a minute."

"You chicken or something?"

That did it. Ronnie balled up his fists and hurried to the spot where Tim had entered the churchyard. He set his bookbag beside Tim's and stepped among the crushed weeds. Furry ropes of poison sumac veined across the ground. Red-stemmed briars bent under the snowy weight of blackberry blossoms. And Ronnie would bet a Spiderman comic that snakes slithered in that high grass along the ditch.

"Where are you?" Ronnie called into the bushes.

"Over here."

He was IN the graveyard, the stupid little jerk. How many times had Dad told them to stay out of the graveyard?

Not that Ronnie needed reminding. But that was Tim for you. Tell him to not to touch a hot stove eye and you could smell the sizzling flesh of his fingers before you even finished your sentence.

Ronnie stooped to about Tim's height- twerp's-eye view, he thought- and saw the graveyard through the path that Tim had stomped. Tim was kneeling beside an old marble tombstone, looking down. He picked something up and it flashed in the sun. A bottle.

Ronnie looked past his little brother to the uneven rows of markers. Some were cracked and chipped, all of them worn around the edges. Old graves. Old dead people. So long dead that they were probably too rotten to lift themselves out of the soil and walk into the red church.

No, it wasn’t a church anymore, just an old building that Lester Matheson used for storing hay. Hadn't been a church for about twenty years. Like Lester had said, pausing to let a stream of brown juice arc to the ground, then wiping his lips with the scarred stump of his thumb, "It's people what makes a church. Without people, and what-and-all they believe, it ain't nothing but a fancy mouse motel."

Yeah. Fancy mouse motel. Nothing scary about that, is there?

It was just like the First Baptist Church, if you really thought about it. Except the Baptist church was bigger. And the only time the Baptist church was scary was when Preacher Staymore said Ronnie needed saving or else Jesus Christ would send him to burn in hell forever.

Ronnie scrambled through the bushes. A briar snagged his X-Files T-shirt, the one that Melanie thought was so cool. He backed up and pulled himself free, cursing as a thorn pierced his finger. A drop of crimson welled up and he started to wipe it on his shirt, then licked it away instead.

Tim put the bottle down and picked up something else. A magazine. Its pages fluttered in the breeze. Ronnie stepped clear of the brush and stood up.

So he was in the graveyard. No big deal. And if he kept his eyes straight ahead, he wouldn't even have to see the fancy mouse motel. But then he forgot all about trying not to be scared, because of what Tim had in his hands.

As Ronnie came beside him, Tim snapped the magazine closed. But not before Ronnie had gotten a good look at the pale flesh spread along the pages. Timmy's cheeks turned pink. He had found a Playboy.

"Give me that," Ronnie said.

Tim faced his brother and put the magazine behind his back. "I- I'm the one who found it."

"Yeah, and you don't even know what it is, do you?"

Tim stared at the ground. "A naked-woman book."

Ronnie started to laugh, but it choked off as he looked around the graveyard. "Where did you learn about girlie magazines?"

"Whizzer. He showed one to us behind the gym during recess."

"Probably charged you a dollar a peek."

"No, just a quarter."

"Give it here, or I'll tell Mom."

"No, you won't."

"Will, too."

"What are you going to tell her? That I found a naked-woman book and wouldn't let you see it?"

Ronnie grimaced. Score one for dingle-dork. He thought about jumping Tim and taking the magazine by force, but there was no need to hurry. Tricking him out of it would be a lot more fun. But he didn't want to stand around in the creepy graveyard and negotiate.

He looked at the other stuff scattered on the grass around the tombstone. The bottle had a square base and a black screw top. A few inches of golden-brown liquid were lying in the bottom. He knew it was liquor because of the turkey on the label. It was the kind that Aunt Donna drank. But Ronnie didn't want to think about Aunt Donna almost as much as he didn't want to think about being scared.

A green baseball cap lay upside down beside the tombstone. The sweatband was stained a dark gray, and the bill was so severely cupped that it came to a frayed point. Only one person rolled up their cap bill that way. Ronnie nudged the cap over with his foot. A John Deere cap. That cinched it.

"It's Boonie Houck's," Ronnie said. But Boonie never went anywhere without his cap. Kept it pulled down to the bushy line of his single eyebrow, his eyes gleaming under the shade of the bill like wet ball bearings. He probably even showered and slept with the cap plastered to the top of his wide head.

A crumpled potato chip bag quivered beside the cap, fluttering in the breeze. It was held in place by an unopened can of Coca-Cola. The blind eye of a flashlight peeked out from under the edge of the chip bag.

Ronnie bent down and saw a flash of silver. Money. He picked up two dimes and a dull nickel. A couple of pennies were in the grass, but he left them. He straightened up.

"I'll give you twenty-five cents for the magazine," he said.

Tim backed away with his hands still behind him. He moved into the shadow of a crude stone monument, made of two pillars holding up a crosspiece. On the crosspiece was a weathered planter. A brittle sheaf of brown tulips stabbed up from the potting soil.

Tulips. So somebody had minded the graveyard at least once since winter. Probably Lester. Lester owned the property and kept the grass trimmed, but did that mean the tobacco-chewing farmer had to pay respects to those buried here? Did the dead folks come with the property deed?

But Ronnie forgot all that, because he accidentally looked over Tim's shoulder. The red church was framed up perfectly by the stone pillars.

No, NOT accidentally. You WANTED to see it. Your eyes have been crawling right toward it the whole time you've been in the graveyard.

The church sat on a broad stack of creek stones that were bleached yellow and white by eons of running water. A few of the stones had tumbled away, revealing gaps of darkness beneath the structure. The church looked a little wobbly, as if a strong wind might send it roof-over-joist down the hill.

The creepy tree stood tall and gangly by the door. Ronnie didn't believe Whizzer's story about the tree. But if even half of it were true-

"A quarter? I can take it to school and make five bucks," Tim said.

The magazine. Ronnie didn't care about the magazine anymore. "Come on. Let's get out of here."

"You're going to take it from me, ain't you?"

"No. Dad's supposed to be coming over, that's all. I don't want to miss him."

Tim suddenly took another step backward, his eyes wide.

Ronnie pointed, trying to warn him about the monument. Tim spun and bumped into one of the pillars, shaking the crosspiece. The concrete planter tipped over, sending a shower of dry black dirt onto Tim's head. The planter rolled toward the edge of the crosspiece.

"Look out," Ronnie yelled.

Tim pushed himself away from the pillar, but the entire monument toppled as if in slow motion. The heavy crosspiece was going to squash Tim's head like a rotten watermelon. Ronnie's limbs unlocked and he leaped for Tim.

Something caught his foot and he tripped, falling on his stomach. The air rushed from his lungs with a whoosh, and the smell of cut grass crowded his nostrils. He tasted blood, and his tongue found the gash on the inside of his lip just as he rediscovered how to breathe.

A dull cracking noise echoed across the graveyard. Ronnie tilted his neck up just in time to see the planter bust open on the monument's base. Tim gave a squeak of surprise as dingy chunks of concrete rained across his chest. The pillars fell in opposite directions, the one on Tim's side catching on the ledge just above his head. The crosspiece twirled like a slow helicopter blade and came to rest on the pillar above Tim's legs.

Ronnie tried to crawl to Tim, but his shoe was still snagged. "You okay?"

Tim was crying. At least that meant he was still alive.

Ronnie kicked his foot. He looked back to his shoe-

NO NO NO

- red raw burger hand.

An arm had reached around the tombstone, a bloody arm, the knotty fingers forming a talon around his sneaker. The wet, gleaming bone of one knuckle hooked the laces.

DEADGHOSTDEADGHOST

He forgot that he'd learned how to breathe. He kicked at the hand, spun over on his rear, and tried to crab-crawl away. The hand wouldn't let go. Tears stung his eyes as he stomped his other foot against the ragged grasping thing.

"Help me," Ronnie yelled, at the same time that Tim moaned his own plea for help.

Whizzer's words careened across Ronnie's mind, joining the jumble of broken thoughts: They trap ya, then they get ya.

"Ronnie," came Tim's weak whine.

Ronnie wriggled like a speared eel, forcing his eyes along the slick wrist to the arm that was swathed in ragged flannel.

Flannel?

His skewed carousel of thoughts ground to a halt.

Why would a deadghost thing be wearing flannel?

The arm was attached to a bulk of something behind the tombstone.

The hand clutched tightly at nothing but air, then quivered and relaxed. Ronnie scrambled away as the fingers uncurled. Blood pooled in the shallow cup of the palm.

Ronnie reached Tim and began removing the chunks of concrete from his little brother's stomach. "You okay?"

Tim nodded, charcoal streaks of mud on his face where his tears had rolled through the sprinkling of potting soil. One cheek had a red scrape across it, but otherwise he looked unharmed. Ronnie kept looking back to the mangled arm and whatever was behind the tombstone. The hand was still, the sun drying the blood on the clotted palm. A shiny fly landed and drank.

Ronnie dragged Tim free of the toppled concrete. They both stood, Tim wiping the powdery grit from the front of his shirt. "Mom's going to kill me. . . ." he began, then saw the arm. "What in heck . . .?"

Ronnie stepped toward the tombstone, his heart hammering in his ears.

Over his pulse, he could hear Whizzer: They got livers for eyes.

Ronnie veered toward the edge of the graveyard, Tim close behind.

"When I say run. . ." Ronnie whispered, his throat thick.

"L-looky there," Tim said.

Dorkwad didn't have enough brains to be scared. But Ronnie looked. He couldn't help it.

The body was crowded against the tombstone, the flannel shirt shredded, showing scoured flesh. The head was pressed against the white marble, the neck arched at a crazy angle. A thread of blood trailed from the matted beard to the ground.

"Boonie," Ronnie said, his voice barely as loud as the wind in the oak leaves.

There was a path trampled in the grass, coming from the underbrush that girded the graveyard. Boonie must have crawled out of the weeds. And whatever had done that to him might still be in the stand of trees. Ronnie flicked his eyes from Boonie to the church. Had something fluttered in the belfry?

A bird, a BIRD, you idiot.

Not the thing that Whizzer said lived in the red church.

Not the thing that trapped you and then got you, not the thing that had wings and claws and livers for eyes, not the thing that had made a mess of Boonie Houck's face.

And then Ronnie was running, tearing through the undergrowth, barely aware of the briars grabbing at his face and arms, of the scrub locust that pierced his skin, of the tree branches that raked at his eyes. He heard Tim behind him- at least he hoped it was Tim, but he wasn't about to turn around and check, because now he was on the gravel road, his legs were pumping in the rhythm of fear- NOT-the-thing, NOT-the-thing, NOT-the-thing- and he didn't pause to breathe, even as he passed Lester Matheson, who was on his tractor in the middle of a hayfield, even as he passed the Potter farm, even when geezery Zeb Potter hollered out Ronnie's name from his shaded front porch, even as Zeb's hound cut loose with an uneven bray, even as Ronnie jumped the barbed wire that marked off the boundary of the Day property, even as the rusty tin roof of home came into view, even as he saw Dad's Ranger in the driveway, even as he tripped over the footbridge and saw the sharp, glistening rocks of the creek bed below, and as he fell he realized he'd hit another turning point, found yet another way for the world to end, but at least this end wasn't as bad as whatever had shown Boonie Houck the exit door from everywhere.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2002

    Bravo!

    This is an excellent debut novel and I hope that Mr. Nicholson will continue to pump out more horror novels (preferrably a few per year!). There are fewer things more terrifying to me than extreme religious fanaticism in all its forms (such as abuse, manipulation, etc.). This book has a good dose of that, mixed in with ghosts and other supernatural elements. The idea of having a haunted church is a very original approach. Great idea. The book is a very scary read. Keep your light on.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2003

    Well worth buying. I loved it!

    In the 1860's Reverend Wendell McFall had a church built in Whispering Pines. It was painted red to summon the First Son to defeat the Second Son. When Wendell sacrificed a child his congregation hung him from the rafters of his own sanctuary. .......... The red church stood empty for twenty years. It was going to ruin until Archer McFall purchased it. It was called the Temple of the Two Sons and most of the town's residents quickly joined, as their ancestors had before. The zealous worshipers had no idea that they would be simply pawns and sacrifices as the demonic Archer exercised his revenge! ..... ***** W - O - W! Now here is a novel that will send chills up your spine. I often found myself repelled and attracted at the same time as the grizzly plot unfolded. Fans of Stephen King and Dean Koontz will LOVE this talented author! I am eager for Nicholson's next release. *****

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 28, 2011

    WOW!!!

    If you like Frank Peretti, you will love THe Red Church. I could not put this book down and read it so quickly. I was sad it ended. This book can get so far into one's head that you will be looking for a "red church". I had dreams about it. Not nightmares . . just as a charactor in the book. I hope there is a part two. There certainly is room for one. Great read!!!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 27, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    Suspenseful, dark, and moving

    I am not exactly a "thriller" or "horror" fan, so when I came across The Red Church by Scott Nicholson I hesitated at first, thinking I probably wouldn't like it. After the first few pages into the book, I realized how limiting and inaccurate such labels really are. To be sure, there is plenty of blood-curdling and scary stuff in the novel. However, there is much more to the book than "blood and gore." A tight, fast-moving plot, vivid, psychologically complex characters that jump off the page and are so real you remember them long after you finish reading the book, and a very accurate depiction of the emotional and mental powers that religious fanatics or new-age gurus can yield over their trusting victims make this book a truly fascinating read. I can only recommend it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2011

    Not worth reading

    While the concept was interesting, the writing style and format made the book almost impossible to read. The story jumped from one character to another with no division, sometimes even within the same paragraph. The characters were not well developed and were not really very believable. I think this could have been an interesting story if the author had taken time to actually develop it and make the characters more realistic. This was one of those books that I only kept reading because I hoped it would improve, but it never did.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 19, 2011

    Incredibly Creative Horror Novel

    I read a lot of horror novels and, in my opinion, Scott Nicholson is one of the best writers currently working in the genre today. If you like Stephen King, Jack Kilborn or John Saul, you'll LOVE Scott Nicholson. I know that's a cliche but it's true. Not only are his books creative, they're not simplistic or plain black and white, there's depth to his creations. So, if you're looking for a great, fun, entertaining and dark-did I mention dark?-read, Scott Nicholson is your guy.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 15, 2010

    Wow.... Nicholson Does it AGAIN!

    RED CHURCH

    This book was absolutely gripping. I loved the plot.... an old town with a dark, dark history. Characters with a pretty horrid past. Revenge. The search for religious "truth". Family dynamics. And alot of scary scenes. Just wait until you meet the character, ARCHER MCFALL. I cringe as I think about him!

    Nicholson is one of the best horror writers out there. His descriptive style is part of his charm. For instance:

    "Only the river mist remained, like the shroud of a final burial"

    "....anticipation in the air as thick as flies on roadkill"

    "Creeks as old as lies, dirt as dark as hopelessness. Stones as cold as the heart of a father...."

    "His laughter echoed through the trees, as deep as the glacier-cut and time-eroded valleys, the human vocal cords vibrating strangely as he threw back his head and chilled the spine of the forest"

    Honestly, I love this guy's style, and have become a big fan.

    I highly recommend this book to anybody who likes "scary". This certainly WAS.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2002

    GREAT

    This book is a page turner. It kept me up at night. I love horror, the likes of Stephen King, and he is right there with them. It is am must read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2014

    A good, fast read.

    I just didn't like how David can forgive his wife again and take her back, again. Same with the kids. You'd think they would be afraid of her and never trust her again.

    I also can't believe Ronnie forgave Melanie for her betrayal, you know she'll do it again. But it seems these characters liked being victims and it seems David liked having to save his wife over and over again. That I thought was kind of stupid. Same with the Sheriff not wearing a gun.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2013

    No

    Couldn't get into it, the characters just didn't seem believable and the religious crap got boring. The characters had no depth at all and the story just didn't hold my interest.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2013

    Shit book

    Donot read it sucks like

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 1, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    Hewn from the same unflinching stock as another of Scott’s

    Hewn from the same unflinching stock as another of Scott’s work’s, The Harvest; and as creepy as The Skull Ring – The Red Church throws Sheriff Littlefield up against painful memories from his youth as he strives to save his rural town from the dark return of Archer McFall, and the nightmares of his message.

    Other townsfolk are not so easily swayed by Archer’s return, and a grim fight to uncover the truth behind the growing power of the Red Church and the evil behind it ensues, climaxing in horrifying revelations and a desperate struggle to keep back the demonic tide that has its sights set on gaining control of the town and its eager souls.

    The Sheriff must put his personal tragedy to rest and help the town see the true face of evil. Crackling with tension and plenty of local colour, this is another great Dark story from the Appalachian backwoods.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 7, 2012

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  • Posted June 4, 2011

    The Red Church Rocks!

    This was my first Scott Nicholson novel, and I really enjoyed it. The author is a gifted storyteller, and his style of writing made this story stand out.

    The story of a haunted church and its history unfold from the perspective of a handful of wonderfully drawn characters. Some are afraid of the church, its past, its legend, and the recent murders surrounding it. Other characters are followers of a charismatic preacher, intent on reopening the church and gathering up the old congregation so that a new chapter can be added to its dreadful past.

    No single character stands out as the "main" character, but they all have a distinctive perspective, along with unique fears based on their personal history with the church and the legend that surrounds it.

    Smart, fast, and frightening, the Red Church was a great read. I'm happy to be a new fan of Scott Nicholson and will check out his other titles.

    Donnie Light, author of Dark Justice, Ripper's Row and The Hotel California

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  • Posted March 17, 2011

    It was....okay.

    Very slow to start and bounced around a bit. Glad I got it free.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 25, 2011

    Kind of Junior High

    I'm not much for monsters and that made this book less absorbing than it might have been if the Author stuck to the Cult storyline and skipped the boogeyman.

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  • Posted February 22, 2011

    very good

    This was one free book that I really enjoyed reading.

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  • Posted February 1, 2011

    good book but.......

    One minute I really liked it, the next I wasn't sure. It seemed almost like a book for tween boys in some parts, but then it would pull me back in. But I liked it enough to read more by the author

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  • Posted January 28, 2011

    A thrilling read

    I never write reviews, but this book deserves one. The Red Church is well written and kept my interest throughout the entire book. Characters are believable and real, each with a history that helps explain why they act they way they do. Nicholson has perfectly captured the children in this book, having them act and speak exactly as children would, even when you, as the reader, wants to scream at them to stop doing something so foolish.

    If you have a book club that is willing to read things besides Oprah's latest books, this would be a great one! There's tons of things to discuss - why do characters act they way they do, how does the church and its congregation fit into the town, how do "outsiders" view the church members, what has happened in the past that makes the current state of affairs acceptable, etc. Some horror, but nothing too bad (and I'm a total wuss when it comes to horror!).

    Highly, highly recommended.

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  • Posted January 24, 2011

    very interesting!

    The writer creates a different view, which collides with simple religious views by god-fearing folks. Gives you an inside view of how a cult could even exist. For imigination and creativity, i would give this book thumbs up.

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