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Originally Posted by Rumpelteazer
For me it was a scene in The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson. The scene in the bedroom where the two women share a bed because some unkown thing was in the room.
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"Whose hand was I holding?"
I love this book because so much is left to the imagination, and what the imagination conjures is a lot more terrifying than any detailed descriptions on a page can ever be.