January 16, 2018

“There was nothing to be afraid of in the house. It was only a house, just as any other house was what it was. It was a house with bedrooms, kitchen, bathrooms, attic, basement. It was a house with a man and a woman. It was a house with us. A dark house, yes, but still a house. A house that was not fearful, not unless you spent hours staring at the slightest crack in the wall, thinking: What is it inside?…”

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