There are some ghost stories that are fun to read on a dark and stormy night when wind-whipped trees are casting witchy shadows across the windows.
This book isn't one of them.
Take my word for it. You want to read The Showing at high noon. Outdoors. On a bright sunny day.
It's still going to give you the willies.
I would rank The Showing right up there with Dorothy Macardle's The Uninvited, which, until now, has been my all-time favorite haunted house tale. Will Macmillan Jones is a master of stirring fear with only a few deft strokes. BTW, I have visited this man's author page, and seen the picture of him with that wonderful smile and those dark sunglasses. He looks rather harmless.
It's a façade. There is a true Horrormeister lurking behind those dark glasses. I give this book five stars. For the sheer creep-factor, that feeling of something lurking just on the edge of being seen, that sense of something ... waiting ... it's deserving of a Ten.