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“You must be a very lonely person." All I want, is to be cherished, she thought. And here I am talking gibberish with a selfish man. "You must be very lonely indeed." He touched her hand and smiled again. "You were so lucky," he told her, "you had a mother.”

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The Haunting of Hill House

Shirley Jackson's classic novel delves into the eerie and unexplainable events that take place within the walls of Hill House, a secluded and ominous mansion. The story follows a group of individuals who are invited to stay at the house to study its supposed paranormal activity, leading to a chilling and suspenseful exploration of the human psyche and the supernatural. more

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Shirley Jackson
Shirley Jackson

Shirley Jackson (December 14, 1916 – August 8, 1965) was an American author whose dark and unsettling stories have left a lasting impact on the horror genre. Known for her psychological insights and the way she intertwines the supernatural with everyday life, Jackson's work has been widely celebrated for its originality and depth. more

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