I remember giving my mother the cash to buy Pet Sematary for me when it came out, I was working that weekend so couldn't go in to get it myself, when I got home we had started to knock a hole in the wall at the back of the house so we could put in a set of double doors, that night we covered the hole in the wall with plastic sheeting and I volunteered to stay downstairs and make sure nobody tried to break in. I settled down with the book and stayed awake the whole night reading it. Every time that plastic sheeting rustled in the breeze I jumped about six feet in the air, is it a scary book you ask, it scared the bejesus out of me.