The Woman in Black

All my life, I've loved ghost stories. As a child, I used to rent them from the library by the bagful and then read them for hours after bedtime, during which time I'd scare myself so silly that I would invariably end up in bed with a sibling or my parents, convinced that some vengeful spirit was going to get me. And still, I kept renting them. Because, you see, reading allows the imagination to paint a picture of the terror of ghost stories. The writer puts her words in such a way as to inspire terror, or humor, or sadness. And when you close the book, it's the memory of the story that haunts you, not the terrifying images of a movie.

All this is to say, I am going to see The Woman in Black when it comes out, and I will inevitably be sleeping with the lights on for days afterwards.