Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
But a house, arrogant and hating, never off-guard, can only be evil.
This house, which seemed somehow to have formed itself, flying together under its own powerful pattern under the hands of its builders, fitting itself into its own construction of lines and angles, reared its great head back against the sky without concession to humanity. It was a house without kindness, never meant to be lived in, not a fit place for people, or for love, or for hope. Exorcism cannot alter the countenance of the house.
Hill House would stay as it was until it was destroyed.