i like the quietness of my parents' house at night.
they moved into suburbia right as i started university, so the only times i've been here is over vacations and the odd weekend.
this house still feels unfriendly.
i liked our old home. i liked lying awake at night and pretending the night noises of an 80 year old house were ghosts and goblins creeping in the attic above me.
(some terror is good terror)
this house is unfamiliar and unwelcome, but at least at night the edges soften and i can carve a space for myself in the darkness.
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