Some reunions are summons.
In 1985, five misfit kids in the dead-end town of Stanhope Junction, South Carolina, started a band, fell in love, and found something in the woods behind their pretty little town - something patient, something with an appetite. They survived that year the only way they could: by scattering, by going silent, by convincing themselves they'd imagined all of it.
Thirty-seven years later, one of them is dead, and a message none of them wanted drags the survivors of Horrid Philip back home.
The town hasn't changed. The nice houses on the nice streets still keep their secrets. The men who run everything still smile the same smiles. And the thing the kids swore they'd left behind has been counting the days - because some bargains don't expire, and some celebrations were always meant to be finished.
They were raised to believe the devil hid in the heavy metal records and the horror movies and the role-playing games.
He was in the good neighborhood the whole time.
A nerve-shredding, nostalgia-soaked descent into the real monster beneath the 1980s Satanic Panic, Black Celebration is Southern gothic horror for everyone who suspected the grown-ups were hunting evil in all the wrong places.
For readers of Stephen King's I, t Paul Tremblay, and Grady Hendrix.