At sixty-six years old, Winston Kemper has always been a nonentity. No one notices him. His simple existence barely registers for those who come into contact with him. Some call him feeble-minded. He is a janitor at the local church, a groundskeeper by default, and thatās it. No friends, no family. When heās done with work, he returns homeāa remote, single room apartment located above a garageāand that is where his true work begins.
Winston Kemper is a collector of voices, and his magnum opusāThe Butterfly Girlsāis a sprawling epic of untapped imagination. It has no single canvas, no particular frame. It is everywhereāscribbled on the walls, the floor, and countless notebooks.
Winston is creating a fantasia which exists in words, images and blood. As part of his āartā he has been murdering forgotten women. Poor souls who slip through the cracks of society, who no oneās looking for. Mothers, sisters, daughters to someone, but no more.
Winston takes their lives, their voices.
But now he can hear them. They whisper to him. They talk of revenge.
Winston Kemper might not believe in ghosts, but he is about to learn they are very real. And they are very, very angry.
A surreal and dreamlike novella about the ghosts of our past and the dangerous, obsessive pursuit of art, from the ātrue master of horrorā (CJ Leede, Maeve Fly).
At sixty-six years old, Winston Kemper has always been a nonentity. No one notices him. His simple existence barely registers for those who come into contact with him. Some call him feeble-minded. He is a janitor at the local church, a groundskeeper by default, and thatās it. No friends, no family. When heās done with work, he returns homeāa remote, single room apartment located above a garageāand that is where his true work begins.
Winston Kemper is a collector of voices, and his magnum opusāThe Butterfly Girlsāis a sprawling epic of untapped imagination. It has no single canvas, no particular frame. It is everywhereāscribbled on the walls, the floor, and countless notebooks.
Winston is creating a fantasia which exists in words, images and blood. As part of his āartā he has been murdering forgotten women. Poor souls who slip through the cracks of society, who no oneās looking for. Mothers, sisters, daughters to someone, but no more.
Winston takes their lives, their voices.
But now he can hear them. They whisper to him. They talk of revenge.
Winston Kemper might not believe in ghosts, but he is about to learn they are very real. And they are very, very angry.
A surreal and dreamlike novella about the ghosts of our past and the dangerous, obsessive pursuit of art, from the ātrue master of horrorā (CJ Leede, Maeve Fly).