In New York, there’s not enough room for the living, never mind the dead, but we still thrill to the idea of a haunted house. It sounds so exotic! Having a whole house to oneself and a few ghosts? What a dream! Even the demons on 666 Park Avenue don’t look so bad compared to some roommates.
And yet, it’s a little odd, in these days of torture porn and terrorism that we still find the idea of mysterious footsteps and suspiciously cold rooms so riveting, as a “paean to the haunted house” in today’s The New York Times points out. Things that go bump in the night seem kind of 19th century, frankly. Read More