Reviewed by Ephantus Gold
In ‘Twas the Night” by Kevin Johnson, Halley Belanger, a journalist at an online publication called Ambush News, is investigating several cases of children who have strangely disappeared without a trace in every place in Maine, except in one village called Yule. Upon talking to several Maine residents, their reactions have left her shocked and more confused. They all seem to freak out, especially when she mentions that one particular village, a village she later comes to learn that not even the biker gangs of Maine dare to talk about. Her curiosity and desperation for answers send her on a journey to the village, a place she sees as “a little patch of civilization that’s tucked away… a place of whispers and guarded secrets.” But shortly after her arrival, she realizes that she is being closely watched, not by someone but by everything, including snowmen who seem to move closer with every passing hour to the Black Duck Inn, where she is staying. Purchase Here.
One day while in her room, Halley spots a little girl playing around the snowmen. The girl looks familiar. Their encounter leaves Halley deeply convinced that she was supposed to find this village for some reason. But the Inn owners won’t allow her to find out more. They demand that she always stay inside and ignore anything and everything she sees or hears during her stay. But their rules only fuel her curiosity, and one night they turn her into a silent, beanie-clad shadow drifting between houses like a ghost, in a moment that nearly ends her life.
What makes the story even more intriguing is that you realize something bad is about to happen. You can feel it even when the characters try to ignore it. Johnson doesn’t lean on big dramatic scenes; he uses that familiar itch people get when they’re told to leave something alone. Every time Halley hears a warning, it only makes you want her to keep going. The rules come off more like odd hints than anything meant to stop her. Before long, you’re following her curiosity without thinking about it. And, like Halley, you end up wanting to know what Yule is really hiding.
The protagonist is blunt, probably cynical, and doesn’t shy away from calling an old woman “an old bag.” In a genre that normally romanticizes the elderly, this is honestly different, priming the reader for a story that doesn’t hold back. She also uses the “smelling like prison spaghetti” description, which, among other things, doesn’t come across as just another generic one but as specific, odd, and evocative, suggesting a world the reader may not know about but can instantly imagine and feel.
‘Twas the Night” by Kevin Johnson has taken the well-known Christmas carol’s words “You better watch out. You better not cry” and from them crafted a threat that is not merely a playful warning about Santa’s naughty list, but a genuine, deeply chilling warning about survival. As you read on, you sense the usual Christmas tropes being weaponized into something dark, through a religious devotion far more dangerous than simple belief. This is one of those rare books that take something very familiar and make it alien and horrifying. It all feels deeply and profoundly wrong, but that’s precisely why the reader can’t look away.









