It’s almost Halloweeeeeeeeeen! That means it’s time once again to look at the age-old question of the haunted house genre – Why don’t they just move? Sure, sometimes you’re snowed in at the Overlook and there’s no conceivable way to get out but most times, if I was in the protagonist’s shoes, I’d just up and move. I don’t care if I was in debt and didn’t have the money or means to sell and buy again. That’s what bankruptcy’s for! Getting away from ghosts! In fact, imagining when I’d move and the alternate story it would lead to as I watch/read a scary haunted house story is one of my horror coping mechanisms. So, in honor of Halloween and all things scary and spooky, haunted and horrific, macabre and malevolent, I’m doing a li’l series about this. In each installment I consider a haunted house novel and ruminate on when, if I were living within the events of the novel, I’d move the heck outta that house. This time I’m looking at Brian Asman’s Man, Fuck This House which gets my vote for “Best. Title. EVER.” and the equally prestigious “I’ve Never Felt A Title More” award.
This piece contains minor spoilers for certain incidents in the novel but the ending and all major twists are left out of the discussion. So read on based on your comfort with such spoiler territory ;D.