When I first read this book, I hadn’t realized it had been remade as a movie not just once, but twice. Apparently, the ’99 version (coincidentally the one I saw) is the terrible version. Although to be 100% honest, for sheer scariness, the movie was more frightening than the book. The book is eerie, with an unreliable narrator and the traditional creepy, haunted, gothic mansion wrapped in a haunted forest and haunted hills. No word on whether the haunted mansion had a haunted garage. (Although it did have a garage). There’s some discussion in the book of the family that built the house, but they really don’t factor in much and I was surprised Jackson didn’t work in more details about them. Oddly enough, with this book I wanted it to be longer because I was expecting more of the events from the movie to show up. It was weird to fail to tick off almost everything on a mental checklist I didn’t realize I was making when I wrote it up all those years ago. But that’s what you get when you assume the movie was anything like the book. We all know that never happens.