Woodworm

Woodworm is the kind of horror that feels less like a ghost story and more like a family secret that has been festering inside the walls for generations. The house itself almost becomes a character—full of bodies, ghosts, violence, poverty, and memories that refuse to stay buried.

What I loved most is how Martínez uses supernatural horror to explore class, misogyny, inherited trauma, and the ways women can become trapped by the circumstances they are born into. The book is strange, claustrophobic, and deeply unsettling without relying on conventional horror tropes.

It’s a very short book, but it packs an enormous amount into its 136 pages. There’s something almost folkloric about it—the feeling that these women and this house have been carrying their anger for generations, waiting for someone to finally listen.

Not an easy or comforting read, but a memorable one. A dark little book about the ghosts we inherit—and what happens when they finally fight back.