Hell House

by Richard Matheson

The worst haunted house in the world threatened her less than being alone.

The movement made her breasts hitch, so their hardened nipples brushed against Edith’s sweater. Edith twitched back, watching the tresses of thick red hair as they rippled downward, spilling over Florence’s creamy shoulders.

was this necessary? who edited this? another man?

She could feel the pressing weight of Florence’s breasts against her own.

only 6 sentences later

Florence raised her arms and caused her breasts to jut again.

another 6 sentences. whats the fascination here? ugh

She started at the sight of Florence’s hands cupped beneath her breasts, holding them up.

whats with the 6 sentences between each mention of "breasts" this whole sequence feels gross and invasive

“I love you, too. But then, you’ve always known that, haven’t you?”

the only moment that felt relatable and like real people were talking to each other

“No. No.” “Please.” She had never heard such anguish in a voice before. “Please.” “No.” She could barely speak now. Tears were trickling down her cheeks. Her throat felt clogged. “Please,” he begged. “No,” she whispered. “No, no.” “Please.” The voice of someone begging for his very existence.

hes worse than a high school boy jesus christ

“Ego,” he said.

we stan hayley williams in this haunted house