Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within.
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When I haven’t watched any horror movies in a while, I miss them. And what I miss most is a red light shining from a dark window.
Forests at midnight with unspeakable things in the trees. Tense breaths from those hidden, under the table, behind the door. Of course I love the loud, screaming, crashing climaxes, the frenetic energy of music, the chases and fights and action.
But when I think about horror I think about stillness.