I was introduced to Ben Winters’ Bedbugs by watching the awesome book trailer that came out for the book’s release. I loved the realism of it and I dare you to watch the preview without getting the urge to change your sheets.
Shock Til You Drop recently reported that Ti West (The Innkeepers, House of the Devil) has been tapped to adapt Bedbugs for the big screen, and I’m curious to see how the story might look on film.
I recently read a guest post by Colin F. Barnes on R.A. Evans’ blog that talked about how people tend to become desensitized to horror because of society’s exposure to it in literature, movies, and even on the nightly news. Barnes says ” a good psychological fear will hit harder and longer than a pus-filled zombie every single time,” and I tend to agree with that, although nothing beats a good zombie tale, in my opinion.
With that in mind, I believe bedbugs, which have made their own appearances on the nightly news every now and then, are perfect candidates to provide chilling entertainment in a theater. After all, it’s unlikely that you’ll encounter a brain-hungry zombie on the way home but bedbugs are real… and that amps up the suspense quite a bit.
If you haven’t heard of Winters’ book before, I’ve provided the synopsis below, along with the trailer. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you find yourself in the shower, scrubbing your skin raw.
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Susan and Alex Wendt have found their dream apartment.
Sure, the landlady is a little eccentric. And the elderly handyman drops some cryptic remarks about the basement. But the rent is so low, it’s too good to pass up.
Big mistake. Susan soon discovers that her new home is crawling with bedbugs . . . or is it? She awakens every morning with fresh bites, but neither Alex nor their daughter Emma has a single welt. An exterminator searches the property and turns up nothing. The landlady insists her building is clean. Susan fears she’s going mad—until a more sinister explanation presents itself: she may literally be confronting the bedbug problem from Hell.