As far as God goes, I _am_ a nonbeliever. Still am. But when it comes to a devil---well, that's something else.

Procrastination is what we often call 'resistance.

God never talks. But the devil keeps advertising, Father. The devil does a lot of commercials.

I tried to make every bit of it as creepy as I could. And I had the same response you do. I feel the same way. The hospital scenes, that procedure was so real.

From the cab stepped a tall old man. Black raincoat and hat and a battered valise. He paid the driver, then turned and stood motionless, staring at the house. The cab pulled away and rounded the corner of Thirty-sixty Street. Kinderman quickly pulled out to follow. As he turned the corner, he noticed that the tall old man hadn't moved but was standing under the streetlight glow, in mist, like a melancholy traveler frozen in time.

I didn't read The Haunting of Hill House until sometime early in the 1990's.

When the filter is weakened by a powerful drug, what we see is not delusion but the truth.