
I’ve always been drawn to stories with a good, haunting core, and this one definitely delivers. It centers around Arthur Cobb, a celebrated author who’s really struggling with things – a tough past in Vietnam and, more recently, the disappearance of his son, Jimmy. Jimmy vanished while staying with Arthur’s Aunt Elizabeth, a woman who insisted her old Victorian house was haunted. The whole situation understandably wrecked Arthur’s marriage. Then, things get even stranger when Aunt Elizabeth unexpectedly dies, leaving the house to Arthur. As he tries to write his memoir and deal with a well-meaning but nosy neighbor, Arthur starts to believe his aunt might have been right about the house being haunted. He begins to suspect the answers to Jimmy’s disappearance, and the terrifying things happening within those walls, are connected to his family history in ways he never imagined. It’s a really compelling setup, and honestly, it’s held up remarkably well over the years, even with a few minor flaws.