This story was… OK.
I usually don’t listen to the stories; I prefer to read the stories because it’s faster when you read on your own. However, when the entire cast serves as narrators, you must listen. I didn’t think the ensemble was necessary, until the end. The story builds up with different POVs of the same event (the resurrection, duh), which is a biblical rip-off.
The dread in this story doesn’t come from blood or gore or even psychological horror. The dread comes from grief. And in that it delivers.
The boy Lazarus not exactly being Lazarus anymore reminded me of
Pet Sematary.
The ending, narrated by almost everyone, wouldn’t be the same if it were read by a sole narrator. It reminded me of Frankenstein.