[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Naughty Youngster Houses are alive.This is something we know to be true. News from our nerve endings. If we’re quiet… If we listen… we can hear houses breathe; a quiet sound, like the wind through the trees. We can hear houses whisper; a soft sound, eerie, like a flickering flame. Sometimes, in the depth of the night, we hear them groan. It’s as if they’re having bad dreams. Or it’s as if they are sick. Sick with us. We live in them; we destroy them. Why would they want us inside of themselves? A good house cradles and comforts. Keeps us cool in the summer, and warm in the bitter winter. A bad house feels us with instinctive unease. Bad houses hate our warmth, our humanness. That blind hate of our humanity is what we mean when we use the word “haunted”.