I have a real affinity for stories that play with liminal spaces — places where geometry doesn’t quite make sense — so I was genuinely excited to dive into The No-End House. I was hoping for a classic haunted house tale or maybe something leaning into the psychological horror of A Short Stay in Hell. What I got instead was a rushed story about uninteresting characters encountering midget Nazis (yes, really), dinosaurs, stolen kidneys, and Jason Voorhees. Absurd and implausible […]