The term 'unputdownable' is thrown around a lot, but it's truly deserved here. Marcus Kliewer's debut is an unsettling domestic horror that I could not stop reading and (almost) got through it in a single day. We Used to Live Here falls into my favorite niche horror subcategory of "Houses That Are Not Physically Possible and It's Making Me Question My Grip on Reality"—a field co-occupied by House of Leaves, The Militia House, and Skinamarink. At once a novel and an archival collection of transcripts, forum posts, and found evidence, this is a full-body immersion into a story that truly scared the hell out of me. We Used to Live Here is a story about the frailty of memory and identity and the connections between them; it's about Mandela effects and lost media; and ultimately, it's about the importance of never answering your door at night.