This is what horror novels should strive to be. Full of suspense, creepy, disturbing, but yet not having to rely on gore and overtly descriptive narratives for every aspect. Those are good in their own right, but to have a book put me completely on edge despite not ever getting a clear sense of what is going on. Well, that my friends, is a horror story.
“Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it has stood for eighty years and might stand eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”