I'm about to delve face-first into what I think is a horror story. We're reading it for school. I'm not so much at the horror part yet, but I need to be by tomorrow.
I'm looking forward to snuggling under my covers. In case you are on the edge of your seat, waiting for an update about my room temperature issues, I am here to report that my room has settled into an even 63-degrees Fahrenheit. That's a bit chilly. I'm in penguin footie pajamas right now.
My point is, even when I'm snuggled under literally six different blankets, hugging five bears and a Pokemon, I can still be kinda jumpy at night when I think about scary things. I have a pretty overactive imagination, which doesn't help. But the story is pretty good, and I tend to have a more cautious, analytical take on things -- especially supernatural things -- so maybe I'm just in for a good story.
The story, by the way, is The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters. I am mostly under the impression that it's a horror story because there's a quote of praise from Steven King on the front. Thaaaaaat's an interesting sign.
Have you read it? It's fairly recent. Let me know if you have!