Houses are alive.

This is something we know.

If we're quiet ... if we listen ... we can hear houses breathe. Sometimes in the depth of night, we hear them groan. It's as if they're having bad dreams.

A good house cradles and comforts. A bad one fills us with instinctive unease. Bad houses hate our warmth, our humanness.

That blind hate of our humanity is what we mean by the word "haunted".

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