Horrorstör

Something is wrong at Orsk, the sprawling Scandinavian furniture superstore on the edge of Cleveland. Every morning the staff arrive to find the showroom vandalized overnight: shelves toppled, glassware smashed, a foul smell in the air the cleaning crew can't place. The security cameras record nothing. With sales sinking and corporate breathing down their necks, three employees agree to work a secret nine-hour shift through the night to catch whoever is responsible.

Amy is a cynical twenty-something clock-watcher who just wants a transfer and a bigger paycheck. Her relentlessly upbeat manager Basil sees the overnight patrol as a chance to prove himself, and kindly veteran clerk Ruth Anne comes along for the company. But the store they think they know so well becomes a labyrinth after dark, and the thing haunting its identical model rooms has been waiting a long time for visitors.

Grady Hendrix's Horrorstör is designed to look like a mail-order furniture catalog, complete with product illustrations that curdle from cheerful to horrifying as the night goes on. Equal parts genuine haunted-house novel and razor-sharp satire of consumer culture and soul-deadening retail work, it's a fast, funny, and surprisingly frightening read about the horrors of the modern workplace.