Ah, 18th century horror. The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole is a slim little novel of horror. There is a giant warrior in the castle, set on expelling the current man of the house. You would expect that to be the focus. Instead, the characters in the novel seem remarkably unconcerned by the giant's presence. They are far more worried about who's in love with who, who's sleeping with who, and which two people were alone together after dark.
Apparently the real terror lies in romantic uncertainty. It causes a lot of fainting.