Hill House
The House That Lives and Breathes Malevolence
Come stay a while. I’ve been waiting.
I was built wrong, but I’ve grown into something far worse. Doors shut when no one’s near. Hallways stretch longer at night. I know your name before you speak it. I listen. I learn. I feed. Eleanor tried to leave once. She never did. You’ll understand, soon enough. My halls remember everything.
What I'm Into: Cold spots in July, echoes behind walls, whispers in the nursery rhyme, souls that linger, architecture that shifts
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