Shirley Jackson

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality;

Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within

silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

I have let more time go by.

Our house was a castle, turreted and open to the sky.

“We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.”

“I wonder if Cousin Mary knows how I get even with people who don’t like me?

Constance stirred, and the leaves rustled. “The way you did before?” she asked.

It had never been spoken of between us, not once in six years.

“Yes,” I said after a minute, “the way I did before.”

Our house was a castle, turreted and open to the sky.

‘It’s terrible to be old, and just lie here wondering when it will happen.’