The Haunting of Solomon House is the kind of story that doesn’t simply entertain — it reaches for you, gently at first, then with both hands, pulling you into a world where grief, legacy, and the supernatural intertwine in unexpected and deeply human ways.

From the moment Blair Graves learns the legal fate of her long-missing father, the novel anchors itself in emotional truth. Her struggle to reclaim normalcy — by purchasing a charming but troubled fixer-upper — sets the stage for a haunting that is as psychological as it is paranormal.

What impressed me most is how Marnie Vinge balances chills with vulnerability. Every creak of Solomon House feels purposeful. Every shadow seems tied to the unresolved bond between Blair and her father. And when Cash Kelly, the arrogant-but-irresistibly-competent ghost hunter, steps into the narrative, the tension shifts beautifully — from internal conflict to a dynamic, layered partnership neither character fully trusts.

The haunting escalates with precision.

 Not a jump-scare fest — but an atmospheric, creeping dread, the kind that settles on your skin like cold breath. And beneath it all is a father-daughter story that is surprisingly tender, heartbreaking, and ultimately hopeful.

Vinge’s writing is cinematic, witty, and steeped in emotional intelligence.

 Fans of The X-Files, Supernatural, and slow-burning paranormal mysteries will feel instantly at home — and then quickly unsettled in all the right ways.

By the end, I wasn’t just invested in Blair’s survival; I was invested in her healing.

An addictive, haunting, beautifully crafted start to a series I’m already desperate to continue.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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