The first half of Ghost Story is absolutely brilliant, and quite possibly the creepiest thing I've ever read. It's also a brilliant tribute to Nathaniel Hawthorne, Washington Irving, and classic horror stories. Straub is a master of unexplained, creeping terror. Unfortunately, once everything is WAY too thoroughly explained in the second half, and the story no longer involves ghosts or anything remotely subtle or ethereal, the scariness disappears, and the story devolves into a corny monster hunt. By the last chapter it had become so utterly ridiculous that I was reading for no reason other than to finish. What a shame.