Fight Club author Chuck Palahniuk's latest book, Haunted, is basically a collection of (really great) short stories wrapped by a (really not-so-great) tale of the 19 authors of those stories.
The question I haven't seen anyone answer yet is, "Who is the narrator of the story?" It isn't an omniscient author, as the narrator says "us" all the time, implying it is one of the 19 short-story authors.
OK, so which of them? The first assumption you could make would be that there is a 20th person in the house, however, if that is the case, Palahniuk's math doesn't work out, as he is twice very specific about how many ways the profits from the eventual final story will have to be split as characters "leave" the storyline ... (not to give anything away). He specifically says "14 ways" and "13 ways" at points when it would make sense that only 17 authors are present in total -- the other 2 people being their captors.
And it isn't one of the captors, as they aren't included in the "us" (plus one of them is gone by the end of the book and the other is missing for a large part of it, although could be the narrator in a stretch).
The best clue, though, comes from the order that people get on the bus at the beginning. The two captors are already on when the book starts, along with one of the authors, who is driving the bus. And one other author, the "Earl of Slander."
The Earl is referenced pretty lightly throughout the book and is the only person present for the entire narrative scope of the book other than the bus driver, "Saint Gut-Free" (these names make sense, too much sense, when you read the book).
Why not the Saint, then, who is also present throughout? Could be him, too, as he is also the only person to narrate a story outside of the house, but too often he is referenced as "looking at us." But there is one reference of the Earl as separate from "us" as well.
So who is the narrator? Who knows. I think it was intended to be a guessing game and perhaps I missed a few clues, but my best guess right now is the Earl of Slander.
Again, at least the short stories are good, and I do applaud Palahniuk for at least trying to come up with a real novel instead of a story collection, which I really hate out of my favorite authors (do you hear me, David Foster Wallace? Yes, you -- about to release another book of essays?)