The Haunting of Hill House

by Shirley Jackson

Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within;

the face of Hill House seemed awake, with a watchfulness from the blank windows and a touch of glee in the eyebrow of a cornice.

Hill House has a reputation for insistent hospitality;

Everything is worse,” he said, looking at Eleanor, “if you think something is looking at you.”

“I think we are only afraid of ourselves,” the doctor said slowly. “No,” Luke said. “Of seeing ourselves clearly and without disguise.”

little sweet moan of wild sadness.