Richard Laymon is very good at making me feel uncomfortable when I read his books. And I don't mean in an "I have to put this down and go for a walk to clear my head" kind of way. I mean in a really good way. He's a horror writer. He's supposed to make you uncomfortable. Stephen King does the same thing, although in a more psychological way. But Richard Laymon doesn't think twice about cutting people up and having dismembered arms falling about everywhere, or pools of blood forming at the bottom of an ancient rickety set of wooden stairs. The Beast House is no exception to this Richard Laymon freak me out rule - telling the story of a house where ...  Read the complete review