This house is trying to tell me something. I don't know what it is, but there is a look in it's window-eyes that is compelling. I can't tell if it is sad or just tired. Maybe it is tired, yet content that it fulfilled it's duty. Maybe that is what it is trying to tell me. To be content in my life even though it may make me tired. OR
It could be saying, "Come into my parlor so I can eat you and you will be one of many that dwell inside my walls trying for all eternity to get out!"
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