So I’m on page 418 of House of Leaves right now and I would be farther, but after the first day of reading I made myself a rule that I would only read it during the daytime. I hope other people who have read it don’t think that I’m ridiculous when I say that that book is one of the most disturbing pieces of fiction I have read in quite some time. Some of the problem may be that it’s the first book I decided to read after moving into a new house for the summer…bad timing much? But it’s really kind of bizarre. I leave it in the living room at night because I don’t want it sleeping in the same room as me. I leave the hallway light on until I go to bed.
In any case, I really recommend this book, because it’s really a trip to read, but man oh man will I be relieved when it’s over.
Other books/short stories that have seriously freaked me out:
I forget the title, but I think it was something by Neal Stephenson perhaps? It ended with the protagonist descending into an underground tower (reminiscent of the Spiral Staircase:eek:) in the woods and encountering rooms on the way down, one of which contained a horribly deformed skeleton. The skull was the weird part–which I thankfully forget now–but the description left me with that creepy feeling between my shoulder blades for at least a day or so afterwards. Why do people descend into dark places! It never ends well!
Minuke by Nigel Kneale: Fairly typical haunted house story, but somehow ten times as disturbing. It was the first in an anthology called Ghosts and I had planned to read one story every night before bed. That idea was quickly scrapped.
That same anthology also contained another story about a giant glowing slug–it sounds stupid, and the story was only a page and a half or so, but it still packed a punch.
Finally, in contrast to my bad timing in reading House of Leaves, my best timing was when I read an anthology of Lovecraft while on vacation. Freaked me out badly in the way that really good horror should, and required my “daytime reading rule” again, but fortunately I was in the best situation for letting myself get completely drawn into the stories: the middle of the Arizona desert. (If it had been a beach vacation that year–well, things would not have been good).
P.S. Don’t read about the Mothman late at night from sources that are convinced that the creature’s real.
So what books, movies, etc, have given you the heebiest jeebies?