Dead Soul Mary by M.J. Winn

Some books whisper. This one lingered

*M.J. Winn’s *Dead Soul Mary* isn’t just a story. It’s a slow-burning shadow that crept under my skin and refused to leave quietly. Dark, deliberate, and unsettling in the best kind of way, it reads like a ghost story written in candle smoke.

This isn’t a book built for comfort. It’s built for staring into the dark, asking what’s real, and then wondering why you’re suddenly cold.

🕯️ What Worked

– Atmosphere that sticks to your ribs
– Characters that feel haunted *and* human
– Writing that lingers like fog on a mirror

🕸️ What Didn’t

– Some pacing dips (but maybe that’s part of the unease)
– Not everyone will love how quiet it gets, but I did

🐾 Final Thoughts

Dead Soul Mary is the literary equivalent of footsteps on old wood when you’re home alone. It’s not for everyone, and that’s exactly why it should be read.

*If you stumble across a copy in the wild, consider it fate.*