This House Is Haunted But Not By Ghosts - Tumblr Posts

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜.

"what happens to a house when it is left alone? when it becomes worn, and aged, when its paint peels, its foundations begin to sink? it goes for too long unlived in. what does it think of? what does it dream? how does it look like for those creatures who built it, brought it into existence only to abandon it when its usefulness no longer satisfies them? it may grow lonesome. it may stare for long hours into the darkness of its own empty halls and see shadows. and its heart may jump as it thinks, "here, here is someone again, i’m not alone." and each time it is wrong, and the hurt starts over. it may haunt itself, inventing ghosts to walk its floors, making friends with its shadow puppets, laughing and whispering to itself at the end of some quiet cul-de-sac. it may grow angry. its basement may fill with churning acid like an empty stomach, and its gorge may rise as it asks itself through clenched teeth, “what did i do wrong?”. it may grow bitter. it may grow hungry. so hungry and so bitter that its scruples dissolve and its doors unlock themselves. while a house may hunger it cannot starve. and so in fever and anger and loneliness, it may simply lie in wait. doors open, shades drawn, hallways empty. hungry."

— anatomy, kitty horrorshow