I don’t do creepy. I watched Paranormal Activity in broad daylight and still got scared, I can’t listen to murder podcasts, and every time I hear a noise in my apartment I swiftly and resolutely come to terms with my mortality while thinking, “Hey, I lived a good life, right?”
The only creepy things I have ever faced with any amount of grit were the following books, and that’s because they were right there on the syllabus and I had ZERO CHOICE IN THE MATTER. Don’t get me wrong, they were wonderful, but I have a delicate constitution and will undoubtedly be sleeping with the lights on for the rest of my days. Here are those books, ranked in order of creepiness.