Last night I dreamed that I was come again Unto the house where my beloved dwells After long years of wandering and pain. And I stood out beneath the drenching rain And all the street was bare, and black with night, But in my true love’s house was warmth and light. Yet I could not draw near nor enter in, And long I wondered if some secret sin Or old, unhappy anger held me fast; Till suddenly it came into my head That I was killed long since and lying dead— Only a homeless wraith that way had passed. So thus I found my true love’s house again And stood unseen amid the winter night And the lamp burned within, a rosy light, And the wet street was shining in the rain.
(Spooks by C. S. Lewis)
The Haunting (1963). Classic horror film based on the novel “The Haunting of Hill House” by Shirley Jackson. (Part 1 of 13)