The House Lives
Houses are alive. This is something we know. We can feel it in our nerve endings. If we are quiet, if we listen, we can hear houses breath. Sometimes in the depth of the night we can hear them groan. It’s as if the house is having bad dreams. This is true in many old houses, old houses with many bad memories.
A house is a place of shelter. It is the body we put over our bodies. As our bodies age, so do our houses. As our bodies sicken, so do our houses.
And what of madness? When madness happens, couldn’t that energy spill over into the bricks and boards? Isn’t what we mean when we say a place isn’t quiet; it is stirred up with energy. Energy from ghosts perhaps? No. What we really mean is that the house has gone insane.