Alright, The Haunting of Hill House on Haunted Hill... whatever, the book was better. Anyway, first paragraph, let's do it. No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality. Even larks and candidates are supposed by some to dream. Hill House, not saying, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within, and it stood for eighty years, might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, doors were sensibly shut. Silence lay steadily against the wooden stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone. Well that was spooooooky. Alright, have a good night guys.

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