Creepers by David Morrell is an urban adventure thriller, and while it is an older book, it hasn’t really aged and is still an excellent and exciting read.
Frank Balenger is the new guy in the group of six urban explorers “creepers” who are about to infiltrate a building that has been boarded up and marked for demolition. The Paragon Hotel, a once-magnificent hotel that was the epitome of luxury and the place to be seen. When riots and city decay caused people to stop visiting the building was shut down and closed up. With metal shutters on all the doors and windows the inside should be just about pristine since no vandals could get in. It’s the perfect find for the group of urban explorers who get a thrill out of taking a walk in history.
Balenger is there under the guise of being a journalist who is going to write the story of their adventure but some of the group are skeptical that he isn’t hiding something. Little do they know, what follows them inside is far worse than Balenger will ever be and even scarier is what’s already inside.
A stormy night and crumbling building is just the beginning of this nightmare.
What I loved
This edge of your seat page turner is an excellent read. Every word is perfect. If you like thrillers then this is the one for you.
I also enjoyed the fact that the setting is so unique and the idea of urban explorers is not common in the thriller world.
Morell is a genius at building tension and upping the stakes. And what’s even more fun is the follow up to this one – Scavenger.
What I didn’t not like
Not a thing.
Excerpt from Creepers by David Morrell
CREEPERS. That’s what they called themselves, and that would make a good story, Balenger thought, which explained why he met them in this godforsaken New Jersey motel in a ghost town of 17,000 people. Months later, he still would not be able to tolerate being in rooms with closed doors. The nostril-widening smell of must would continue to trigger the memory of screams. The beam from a flashlight wouldn’t fail to make him sweat.
Later, as he convalesced, sedatives loosened the steel barriers he’d imposed on his memory, allowing frenzied sounds and images to dart out. That chilly Saturday night in late October. A little after nine. That was the moment when he could have turned around and saved himself from the mounting nightmare of the next eight hours. But in retrospect, even though he’d survived, he surely wasn’t saved. He blamed himself for failing to notice how hyper everything felt. As he approached the motel, the crash of the waves on the beach two blocks away seemed abnormally loud. A breeze scraped sand along a decaying sidewalk. Dead leaves rattled across cracked pavement.
But the sound that Balenger most remembered, the one that, he told himself, should have made him retreat, was a mournful rhythmic clang clang clang that drifted along the area’s abandoned streets. It was harsh, as if from a fractured bell, but he would soon learn its true origin and how it represented the hopelessness he was about to enter.
It could have been a warning to ships to stay away and avert disaster.
Or it could have tolled for a funeral.
Or it could have been the sound of doom.
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Publisher Morrell Enterprises Inc
About This Book
Genre: Adventure thriller
Best Part: Just when you thought it had become as bad as it could, you were wrong.
Is it available on audio? Yes