As a phd in rhetoric i love a good memoir and that is the best way to describe this little book. it opens and closes with some history of the upstate new york area where i live, and as such, the narrative itself is subsumed into the folklore of the area. that is not to imply that the account is fictional, but part of the very fabric of the geography itself from which it sprung, and will remain in the history of place. unlike myth and legend, i have no problem believing that this account is true. i saw it dramatized on syfy and listened to chris speak. he is sincere. my only fear from reading was that he could have been dealing with a demonic presence for which we now know and employ cautionary measures for expelling. for god's sake why didn't they call the warrens?