It Watches," He Added Suddenly. "the House.

For Plain And Fancy Worrying, Give Me A New Mother Every Time.

Life Among The Savages Is A Disrespectful Memoir Of My Children.

In The Country Of The Story The Writer Is King.

I Suppose, I Hoped, By Setting A Particularly Brutal Ancient Rite In The Present And In My Own Village To Shock The Story's Readers With A Graphic Dramatization Of The Pointless Violence And General Inhumanity In Their Own Lives.

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.