No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against the hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

welcome to hill house

i'm rosemary, and this is my little corner of the web! come in, take your jacket off, and stay a while. don't worry about the ghosts, they're mostly friendly. i hope you enjoy your visit to hill house!

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