I’m a little late to the party, but that’s me. I like horror stories at Christmastime. Ghost stories make sense at Christmas. Dickens taught so, too.
So I was hooked on the slow-burn of Netflix’ re-imagining of Shirley Jackson’s classic American haunted house novella, “The Haunting of Hill House.” I forgave the original story dressed up in someone else’s intellectual property and enjoyed this family drama with supernatural elements told out of order. This morning, I watched the final episode.