A Haunting on the Hill

by Elizabeth Hand

Besides, all writers talk to themselves.

The M.O. is always to find an unmarried woman, blame her, and execute her.”

Nisa’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve made it perfect?”

smth's been telling me i'm not gonna like her... this isn't helping

Sometime near dawn, we went to bed for the first time. She stayed over the next night, too, and pretty much never left.

giving me ava from bunny vibes

It had been months since Nisa and Stevie had hooked up.

and here it is

Amanda Greer.

me, personally, i would've dragged her out

she must have passed out immediately.

imagine her hiding out in their room

I am shunned and hated like a disease, scorned by all who fear my very touch upon their hands. If only I had some power, good or evil, by which I might be revenged upon these men…

The cut bisected his Line of Fate—

welp....

Stevie sometimes regretted that night, and all the other nights and occasional afternoons that followed.

Uh-uh, not playing, he thought. Not right now, anyway.

You could see why that guy preyed on him when he was a kid.

wtf.... girl no

“She’s the devil we know.

She’d die before she let them know she’d heard them.

“Can we please talk about how messed up this place is? I feel like we’re suppressing it, or ignoring it.”

With a yelp, she dropped the volume, heard a satisfying crack as it struck the stone floor and split apart.

this house is going to fuck her up

Only it didn’t sound like Stevie, but someone pretending to be him. Like an actor playing Stevie, she thought, even though that was crazy. An actor playing himself. “Yeah, okay.” She looked at him and smiled, an actor playing Nisa.

Hill House only watches. Hill House waits.