Kealan Patrick Burke has not let me down once with anything I have read.  His stories are so versatile and creepy in different ways.  The Tent is no exception.  On the surface, The Tent follows a married couple lost in the woods on a hiking trip looking for their son.  Their son has been lost and a massive storm is coming through to add to the literal "shitstorm" in which they have found themselves.

Tired and freezing as their search grows longer, the mom and dad come across a big camping tent in the middle of the woods.  Should they take refuge in it?  Should they be cautious since they just found what looks like a human-sized blob resembling an owl pellet?  I guess you have to be there to know how you would actually react.  I, for one, would never be there because fuck hiking/camping at night.  Most of the time I would never even camp at all.  And thanks to this book, I am steadfast in my decision that the only "roughing it" I wanna do is one of those flea-bag, roach motels.  

Burke introduces us to a new type of monster, an ancient horror.  At first I thought it might get a little hokey, but Burke was quick to correct my thinking and transformed my doubt into sheer terror because of how real it was all becoming.

As with a lot of novellas, I was left wanting more.  I wish this could have been longer and there were more "incidents" with the monster/beast and that we just got.... more.  But knowing that it is, in fact, a novella up-front makes it work.