As I said last week, The Haunting of Hill House is one of my favorite horror properties of all time.
What is it about the human condition that leads us to develop strong attachment to things? For some, those “things” once belonged to a mom, or a dad, grandparent or great-grandparent.
I love horror. I think that’s been established fairly well at this point. But what I really love--what I care about, at root--is a good story.