Absolutely lovely breakdown/analysis of haunted house literature. I think you're spot-on with the idea that home is the one place where we should always feel safe, especially considering it's often where we're our most vulnerable: bathing, sleeping, sitting on the toilet...

Bad enough when you get a situation where the house is besieged by outside forces like zombies in Night of the Living Dead or oxygen-deprived, reptilian-brained terrorists in John Russo's Inhuman, but it's ten thousand times worse when the calls, so to speak, are coming from inside the house.

Speaking of haunted house stories, I just acquired a copy of Ken Eulo's The Brownstone from 1980. Upon heading to my Goodreads page to add it to my list of 'Want to Read' books, I stumbled across this review by Grady Hendrix, and just about died laughing:

In an interview, author Ken Eulo said, "One day, I read The Amityville Horror, and I thought to myself “Oh Christ, I could do this in my sleep.” And so he did. In his sleep.

By all rights, that should dissuade me from wanting to read it, and yet I find myself moving it to the top of the pile. There's something wrong with me. :D