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 its 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.
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STEADY SILENCE || KLAUS MIKAELSON ¹
Fanfiction"SILENCE LAY STEADILY AGAINST THE WOOD AND STONE OF HILL HOUSE, AND WHATEVER WALKED THERE, WALKED ALONE." or IN WHICH a girl with a traumatising past that left her feeling weak falls in love with a man that finally makes her feel strong. INSPIRED...
