"She turned her car onto the last stretch of straight drive leading her directly, face to face, to Hill House and, moving without thought, pressed her foot on the brake to stall the car and sat, staring.
The house was vile. She shivered and thought, the words coming freely into her mind, Hill House is vile, it is diseased; get away from here at once."
Note: I'm a failure - Dostoevsky can wait. I've always wanted to read the novel behind the single best haunted house movie ever made (the 1963 version with Julie Harris). In celebration of the season, I'm doing it. It's good. I may still get to Dracula.
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