The Haunting of Alejandra Is an Intimate Chiller

It’s easy to look at the frequently probed theme of generational trauma in horror fiction with a little suspicion these days, but even if you’re sick of hearing “it’s about trauma” pinned to all of your favorite scary stories, there’s still plenty of power to be drawn from those ideas. All it takes is the right storyteller, the right characters, and the right approach.
With The Haunting of Alejandra, rising horror powerhouse V. Castro makes the specter of general trauma in horror fiction her own with vivid, striking prose and a deeply realized heroine. Whether you’re obsessed with these kinds of horror stories or you’re looking for the right tale to lure you back in, it’s the kind of book that will keep you turning the pages well into the night thanks to Castro’s intimate, incisive journey into the heart of one woman’s darkness.
Alejandra, a stay-at-home mother of two, is haunted, not just by strange visions of a vicious creature who keeps appearing around her home, but because of the trap that is her life as it’s structured when we first meet her. Alejandra loves her children and logs for their warmth and joy, but she’s less attached than ever to her demanding and judgmental husband Matthew, and the grind of essentially being a single parent while he’s off on business trips is wearing her down.
But is Alejandra’s unhappiness more than the general weariness that comes from being overwhelmed at home? The more the visions emerge, and the darker things get, the more she’s convinced that she needs help beyond her husband’s apathy. With the help of a willing therapist who also happens to be a spiritual healer of sorts, Alejandra will dig deeper into the root of the darkness that’s stalking her, a darkness going back centuries through her bloodline, with teeth and claws to match its striking longevity.