Shirley Jackson's We Have Always Lived in the Castle, is described as eerie, bizarre, creepy and exciting. However, I didn't really find it that way. I do think it was quite enjoyable and a good read, however I read it expecting to have chills run down my spine. The language is engaging but I found it quite plotless. I was a little disappointed but I did give it 4/5 stars for the beauty of the structure. We Have Always Lived in the Castle is a short story, described as horror, about two sisters, Merricat and Constance, who live alone with their uncle Julian in their family estate. The village they live in keeps away from them because of the rumour that Constance poisoned the whole family but failed to kill her sister and uncle. She was acquitted of the accusation and is protected by her sister Merricat. They live comfortably in their isolation until their cousin, Charles, shows up. Merricat can clearly see the danger and the true intention of Charles's arrival.
Something that I found creepy though is that the townsfolk have a fucked up song they sing whenever Merricat does her shopping:
Merricat, said Connie, would you like a cup of tea?
Oh, no, said Merricat, you'll poison me!
Merricat, said Connie, would you like to go to sleep?
Down in the boneyard ten feet deep!
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