The thing about this haunted (ug)house is that it's inversely proportional to the one I've just recently lived in at my parents.
As much as that house was airy, well lit, open and bright, this one is dark, shuttered and packed tight.
It's like the denizens of this house have an aversion to opening windows and letting anything of fresh in.
Doors stay locked, lights switched off and there's a substance of morose dullness like an ectoplasmic patina over everything.
Even the dog is bored.
Ah, I rant..but that's the one thing I've going on.
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