I just wrote about the 1963 version of THE HAUNTING, and I will mention it here, too.
It's the dead of night. Julie Harris and Claire Bloom are bunking together because the house is so damned spooky. They are jerked out of sleep by a HUGE noise, so big and so near it seems the house is falling down around their ears. The banging gets closer still and stops at their door. The doorknob turns slowly, but whatever is out there can't get in. BANG! The awful noise begins again, louder and FURIOUS, with such a force the door begins to bend inward. It bulges and bulges, and the hammering, the BANGING just won't stop.....
No more, you've got to see it yourself.
Reading is freedom.
The mind soars, no earthly cares,
no limitations.
A Maggers Haiku, 2005
Years ago my mother used to say to me... "In this world, Elwood, you can be oh so smart or oh so pleasant."
Well, for years I was smart.
I recommend pleasant.
You may quote me.
Elwood P. Dowd