All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down.

For plain and fancy worrying, give me a new mother every time.

I was already doing a lot of splendid research reading all the books about ghosts I could get hold of, and particularly true ghost stories - so much so that it became necessary for me to read a chapter of _Little Women_ every night before I turned out the light - and at the same time I was collecting pictures of houses, particularly odd houses, to see what I could find to make into a suitable haunted house.

Fate intervened. Some of us, that day, she led inexorably through the gates of death. Some of us, innocent and unsuspecting, took, unwillingly, that one last step to oblivion. Some of us took very little sugar.

It watches," he added suddenly. "The house. It watches every move you make.

It is only with the eyes open that a corporeal form returns, and assembles itself firmly around the hard core of sight.

Dad and I did not care at all for your story in The New Yorker … [I]t does seem, dear, that this gloomy kind of story is what all you young people think about these days. Why don't you write something to cheer people up?