Horror movies have a capacity to scare that seems almost unfairly powerful. Even a bad horror movie — an underwritten slasher, a lazy creature feature, a predictable serial killer thriller — can disturb you with a smash cut to gruesome violence or a montage of shocking imagery. That’s what makes horror movies, like roller coasters, so much fun: They might make you vomit, or even pass out, but it’s scarily good fun to go along for the ride.
Horror novels are a different proposition. To truly scare a reader, a book must weave a more delicate web of persuasion and misdirection, depending on the power of your imagination to fill in the most chilling details. No disrespect to beloved classics like “Frankenstein” or “Dracula,” but in this modern era of on-screen terrors, it can be hard for even the greatest works of literary horror to send rivulets of sweat down your spine.
There are some books, however, that manage to unsettle, provoke and frighten as capably as any movie. These books work on the imagination slowly and deliberately, building an atmosphere of menace that can be difficult to shake. It’s a different category of fear than what’s conjured by your average horror movie: subtler and more insidious, less grisly and lurid, dominated by psychological terror and a sense of foreboding that often supersedes the spectacle of graphic violence. When done masterfully, a great horror read can haunt you long after you turn the final page.