Because the night was moonless and the stars were bedded behind a thick layer of woolpack, the windows could hardly be discerned, limned by a vague ghost light reminiscent of the barely visible glow that sometimes haunts a screen for a short while after a TV has been turned off. Darkness seemed to pool deeper in this place than elsewhere, a distilled blackness, but that was a false perception arising from what he knew of the house’s evil history.
