Yesterday was a particularly perfect Autumn day that had me jonesing for some spooky literature, so I escaped to the library for a little while and returned home with more books than I am capable of reading in a three-week period (as usual). I
probably…definitely should not have indulged in a library visit since I’m already kind of behind on reading the books with review deadlines, but I couldn’t resist.
Library loot includes:
Have you read any of these books?
I made the mistake of starting to read the Turning by Francine Prose in the evening, and once the sun finally set, I started to get almost uncomfortably scared. Not scared enough to stop reading, but scared enough that I knew I wouldn’t be going to bed anytime soon because I’d be hyper-alert to all the things that go bump in the night (even though I know those things are definitely just my cat). To make matters worse, Jon fell asleep early, so it was just me sitting alone in the living room. And even though we live in a small apartment and Jon was only 15 steps away from me, and almost all the lights were on, I still managed to scare myself into thinking that something was lurking outside the sliding glass door in the pitch black night staring in at me (because that happened in the book). Nevermind that we live on the third floor, so you know, that’s almost impossible (unless the climbed the tree…which they could have…).
What was the last scary story you read that gave you the heebie-jeebies?