I picked up a compilation of Shirley Jackson's works, and I meant to read "We Have Always Lived in the Castle," but somehow, I ended up reading this first. I've seen the movie, The Haunting, with Catherine Zeta Jones, and I guess I decided, without really deciding, that I needed to know what, um, "really happens", and so.
It was better than okay, but I didn't love it. Your mileage may, and probably very much will, vary. I mean, it was quietly creepy, it was disturbing, it left me wondering, "Why Eleanor?" but I could've put it down and never picked it up again at pretty much any point in the story.
And then I re-read "The Lottery," aloud to Mark, and sadly, that is one story that just cannot be as amazing the second (or third, or whatever) time around.