November 3, 2015

“For nearly a whole day, the staircases in the house creaked with the sound of someone walking up, then down. The creaking rattled the ceiling, causing the plaster to crack. Large chunks of plaster fell to the tiled floor, shattering into a dusty powder that needed to be swept up with a moist broom. No one in the family left the dining room. Everyone sat at the table, looking at their hands. When someone needed something to drink or had to use the bathroom, someone else went along. No one traveled alone in the house. The creaking went on and on. The footsteps stopped on one landing, then another. The footsteps clomped and slammed. The footsteps paused for just long enough that we thought they stopped, then they began again.”

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