Framing the Dialogue

Even though I read this book 30 years ago, I still remember lying on my parents living room couch reading The Amityville Horror.  I was probably a junior in high school and was home alone.  The couch was aligned such that it was between their front and back doors.  I could see out the back window as I lay and read that night.  I was really engrossed in the book and the frightful things happening to this family.

At a particularly scary part of the book I happened to glance up and saw something looking at me through the back door.  I was scared to death thinking, “Is the door locked,” and wondering when my family would be home.  I still get a chill thinking about that moment and have goose bumps as I write this review.

The official summary of the book is that “on December 18, 1975 a young family of five  moved into their new home, complete with finished basement, swimming pool, and boathouse.  Twenty-eight days later, they fled in terror, leaving most of their belongings behind.” “To the extent the author could verify, the events in this book are true.”

I have read many scary books over the years, but none come close to this tale by Jay Anson.  Buy the book, wait for a rainy night when your home alone, lock the doors, pull the shades, and enjoy.