I got this at school back in 1995 when I was 10, and it scared me half to death. And for that reason, I loved it. I have often picked it up over the years and re-read it, and it's had the same effect. Even two years ago, on the train home from work (fully grown adult that I am), I found myself quite edgy and terrified reading it. On a train. Full of passengers. I got creeped out. Completely. I haven't actually read a more terrifying book, and I'm the one during horror movies who rolls their eyes when friends scream beside them. I'm just not scared easily.
The thing that is disturbing about this book is that the stories are apparently true. It makes me think: Good God, imagine such terrible accounts actually taking place, those people are still out there somewhere with this past event in their minds!
All of the tales have a way about them, an atmosphere that is uniquely unsettling. The one that does it for me, though, is the account of The Manchester Mummy. I found this story, along with its creepy picture, to be one of the most disturbing stories I've personally ever heard. And this one, you can be sure, is pretty much based on solid facts. I took it upon myself last year while in England to look it up with the intention of visiting the museum in which the mummy is held, but never got around to it. The story is told verbatim! And that in itself makes the story for me even creepier. If you can imagine a nasty middle aged woman in the 1700's, who is terrified of being buried alive, insisting she be buried in her shed as a mummy, and then haunting the crap out of her house... well, that's just the beginning. There is a twist to the story which haunted me when I first read it, 15 years ago. I'll never forget it.
A kid's book, if it has to be classed. But it is not for children!