i grew up in a lot of older homes. the first home i lived in was next to a cemetary. in second and third grade, my home was 150 years old and designed in such a way that the master bedroom was downstairs and my room (and the entire second floor and walk-in attic for that matter) was mine. a moth couldn't land on the gutter without illiciting terrible moans and creaks from the place. it had five chimneys but only two fireplaces. it was like the house in 'house of leaves,' lol.
when my parents both worked third shift, i stayed with grandma. in the spare bedroom were some books i'd read, one of them was a collection of very short stories, supposedly real. that absolutely terrified me. thus i read it over and over again. grandma always slept with the radio on, too, and i'd lay there in bed trying to hear her radio in the next room as it played horror radio dramas narrated by e.g. marshall.
i didn't get a lot of sleep as a kid, lol. it was mostly that one dumb little book, though. then i discovered 'weird war' and 'tales from the crytp' comic books, and that's all she wrote.
i can't find any decent horror i want to pay full retail for, though poe's stories scared me when i read them just a few years ago. awesome awesome awesome. makes modern writers out to be the hacks they really are.