Chances are you have read (or possibly written) something that sounds very similar to this:
I looked around as I cautiously entered, and instantly I felt a chill run through me. I saw a broken window to the left, and a small, round, wooden table in the middle of the room, a solitary red vase standing resolutely upon it. I walked closer, and I wondered why it felt so familiar. I knew I had never seen it before, but something about the scene captivated me, and I continued to stare.
Now the story seems mildly interesting, obviously something strange is going on here, and naturally we would want to turn the page. Why then, however, does this not hold our attention? What makes it such a chore to read, no matter how good the plot?