A couple months ago my friend Adam asked me for a scary recommendation to get him in the mood for Halloween. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to pass on one of my favourite horror novels, The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson.
My Octobers are always filled with scary books: suspenseful, invoking terror, haunting, and often filled with ghosts, goblins, headless horsemen, and other unexplained phenomenons. Reading scary books is not something that I really enjoy doing, but I make myself do it. It keeps me on my toes, allows me to experience new authors and writing styles, and exposes me to new sub-genres of horror that I might not have otherwise read. There are a lot of great things about reading new types of stories, but, on the flip side, scary stories are scary.