As the scenes came back one by one, the
same sensation of dreamy unnatural oppression came over me so strongly
that I stopped writing and said to Miss Lamont, “Do you think that the
Petit Trianon is haunted?”Her answer was prompt, “Yes, I do.”
–Charlotte Moberly and Eleanor Jourdain, An Adventure, 1913.
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.
secretive dreams 