Erin’s an enabler. She can’t help it, she’ll do anything for Silas, her larger than life (sometimes) ex. When his addiction drives him to another stint in rehab, he knows who will come to his rescue. After this, Erin has to create a hard boundary, this isn’t healthy. As this revelation hits, Silas’ body is found—he’d overdosed, finally succumbing to his dependency. Erin is guilt ridden and numb. Until she hears about Ghost, a new drug that allegedly allows you to communicate with those who’ve passed on. Erin agrees, looking for any way to alleviate the pain of losing him. Little does she know, what seems to be the cost of closure is only the beginning, leading her down a road turmoil she may not come back from.

While describing Ghost Eaters as a haunting is technically true, this depiction doesn’t accurately portray the title. The characters and themes throughout are so well crafted and explored the haunting takes a back seat, luring the reader in with toxicity and heartbreak alone.

The intricacy of the characters’ relationships, exploration of the ugliest parts of addiction, and the lengths grief drives us to all contain such depth, showing how they work together, using their magnetism to pull the characters into a hell of their own creation.

Chapman is able to convey heavy hitting revelations in a poignant manner, making the gravity of the events hit that much harder. The realistic nature in which the themes are explored is what made this book so enjoyable for me but, the horror elements are stellar as well. The descriptions of jaws unhinging, eyeballs being popped from sockets, and general bloodshed had my horror heart smiling.

I’m done gushin’, wanna get haunted?