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“Beware the home that craves you, child. Your gift and your curse are the same. Beware the home that craves.”
“Home is Where the Heart Is.”
THIS IS OUR HOUSE THIS IS OUR HOUSE THIS IS OUR HOUSE THIS IS OUR HOUSE THIS IS OUR HOUSE THIS IS OUR HOUSE
“I come from a family where gifts are signs of love. I didn’t realise they might have a different meaning to you… that they could make you feel at a disadvantage.”
Hate and love danced a violent tango inside of her. She wished he were dead. She wanted to see him smile again. She craved his suffering. She wanted him to hold her and kiss her and tell her everything was all right.
“I don’t hate you,” she said as though soothing the building could ease her own pain. “I think you’re beautiful. Did you see how I defended you against them? There’s nothing wrong with you. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar.”
Their Hearts Are In My Home.
“Everyone and everything that’s alive is sustained by energy. It’s what separates, say, a plant from a rock. When we die, our energy can sometimes be left behind—like a residue. With a strong enough energetic imprint, you get a ghost.”
“Normally, residues will fade,” Damian continued. “It can take many hundreds of years, but eventually they stop being strong enough to be felt. They can also be released by someone with spiritual aptitude.”
She knew that, after everything that had happened, the building should repulse her. But there was something almost magnetic about it that made it hard to hate. It was like being in a relationship with an abusive partner.
You’re like a battery that never runs out. You’re constantly leaking a low amount of spiritual energy. When you’re frightened or stressed, you produce more. When you’re calm, less. The house, and the spirits in it, consume your energy to become stronger. That means the house’s activity will become more severe with each day you spend in it.”
