One of the scariest movies I ever saw.
Fearfully huddled together for the indefinable comfort of human contact in the middle of the haunted BookPeople coffee shop, the Nightmare Factory Book Club listened, quivering mostly with terror but a little from the indefinable thrill of human contact, as something powerful knocked over the bookshelves. The candelabras on the tables flickered and blew out one by one. By the time they were relit, everyone in the club was holding a copy of The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson, and the artwork on the walls of the cafe had been replaced with the eerie scrawl “DISCUSS AT 8:00 P.M. ON TUESDAY MARCH 17th”. Also, the barista was dead. This book club was being haunted but good.
Shirley Jackson was among the greatest literary minds of the twentieth century, and her influence will be felt in the world of horror for the rest of eternity. Her prose…
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