The House Unsettling (Chapter 15)

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10/29/20 • 30 min

Chapter Fifteen: "What else can push a friendship to the breaking point? What else, beyond matters of sex and property, can snap that bond?

How about, even unintentionally, putting your best friend in harm’s way? OR forcing them into a situation that shakes their core beliefs, makes them question everything they felt to be foundational to their existence. Is that enough to break the connection?

And if so, once they flee, do we blame them for it? After all, they aren’t bound by blood, so when it becomes too much, do we resent them for leaving us alone, once again?"

Remember, there are two types of people in this world.
The Haunters and the Haunted.
Which one are you?
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Chapter Fifteen: "What else can push a friendship to the breaking point? What else, beyond matters of sex and property, can snap that bond?

And if so, once they flee, do we blame them for it? After all, they aren’t bound by blood, so when it becomes too much, do we resent them for leaving us alone, once again?"

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The House Unsettling (Chapter 14)

Chapter Thirteen: "...most of what we think is a haunting, is just frustration. Nine times out of ten, what we perceive as malicious supernatural intent, is simply a spirit who has gotten lost. They’re stuck in a liminal space, and they’re actions in our world, well, they’re just trying to get our attention..."

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The House Unsettling (Chapter 16)

Chapter Sixteen: "“I tried just laying there with my eyes closed. Even counted sheep for awhile. Can you believe that? Just pictured them hopping over a white fence, but after awhile each one started looking sicker. Patches of wool missing, frail. Others had broken limbs or were missing them all together.
They stopped jumping and watched me through the fence, like they were waiting. And I knew what they were waiting for—for me to come and put them all down. I couldn’t help it. Someone was inserting these images in my mind.
The harder I fought, the worse they got. More vivid. So, I slipped outside."