This looks like a horror graphic novel, but it's not, not really. It's a look at how grief and guilt can manifest in the physical world, how repentance works for a select few madmen anda woman, all of whom are haunted by violence.
This is a fictional account of Sarah Winchester's psychological torment and the reason she built the Winchester Mystery House as compared to her crewman, Warren Peck's, own regrets and shame. They both seek penance, via building The Winchester House, for the harm their guns have brought to the world; every bang of the hammer echoes the bang of a gun's hammer, the noise meant to keep evil spirits and tortuous thoughts at bay, thus, the house is under construction 24-hours a day.
The art is jangly, harsh, and not pleasing much like the story. Blood and guts, symbolically spilled from countless gunshot victims, ooze across each page adding the grotesque to illustrations already unsettling.
Still, this is not a horror story, it's a sad story, a terrible story that's worth reading.
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