Shirley Jackson and the Twilight Zone

I remember reading Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House back in college, i.e., many years ago, and being scared witless - not the kind of book I usually read, but it really was effective, and I've often wondered whether it would still have the same effect, and I'm a little afraid to find out, but I did pick up the Modern Library edition of Jackson's "The Lottery and Other Stories," apparently her only story collection (I don't know if she wrote many novels either - she died somewhat young). The Lottery is obviously one of the most anthologized of all American stories, and with good reason, but how's the rest of her work? Read the first three: the first is a quick toss-off, a reasonably good New Yorker type vignette about a guy rather drunk ("tight," in the lingo) at a cocktail party and flirting with the teenage daughter of the host - and nothing much happens. The next two are more in the style that established Jackson as a unique writer: they weirdly play with identity and with reality and illusion, one (The Daemon Lover) about a woman waiting for her fiance to appear and then trying to track him down and leaving us wondering whether he was a cad who deserted her or an illusion or ghost who never existed except in her mind; the other, Like Mother Used to Make, about a very domestic guy who invites rather slovenly girl in next apartment over for dinner and over the course of the evening essentially trades apartments (and lives) with her. Do these remind you of Twilight Zone episodes? If they weren't they could have been. The only drawback is that Jackson is a rather stolid writer, despite her imagination. These stories by their nature entail her going over a lot of tedious domestic details, and the writing in these lengthy passages is nothing but tedious. Still - we'll see how her style develops over time (The Lottery is the last story in the collection).