Rereading this classic haunted house story does not disappoint. I found it just as chilling and engrossing as the first time around. Who can forget the subtle but unmistakably horrific images: the writing on the walls, the doors bulging inward, clasping hands with some unknown thing in the dark? And the ambiguity of it all – was Hill House truly haunted, or was it only the product of a fragile mind thinking that, at long last, it had finally found a home? Do yourself a favor. Visit Hill House again – or for the first time – sometime soon.

I really enjoyed this book. I read it last year after several people had recommended it to me and I am really glad I did. I can’t say it was really scary, but it was one of those things that make you think and kind of freaked you out late at night.