the shadows keep on changing

I was listening to Poe's Haunted album for like the millionth time and finally decided to read House of Leaves (Mark Z. Danielewski). Got through the introduction today:

Old shelters-- television, magazines, movies-- won't protect you anymore. You might try scribbling in a journal, on a napkin, maybe even in the margins of this book. That's when you'll discover you no longer trust the very walls you always took for granted. Even the hallways you've walked a hundred times will feel longer, much longer, and the shadows, any shadow at all, will suddenly seem much deeper, much, much, deeper.

Very spooky start lmao. I like.