No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for 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.
Thus begins one of the scariest novels written by Shirley Jackson in 1959, describing a doomed mansion and leaving the reading with an ominous warning: “whatever walked there, walked alone”. Shirley Jackson was a writer who understood that good scares come to those who wait, but she also knew how to get to the point.