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The House That Listens

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I wanted answers, so the next morning I drove to the library to dig up records on the house. The old clerk knew the address before I finished saying it. She slid a thick folder across the desk and whispered, "Read it here. Don't read it out loud."

The clerk pulled me close and admitted her own brother had lived in that house years ago. "He went quiet," she said. "But near the end he wrote me notes. He said it only spared the people who never stopped talking back. It can't stand noise it can't swallow." Then she told me to go home and be loud.

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I drove home and we did exactly what the clerk said. We talked nonstop, loud and dumb, never letting a silence form. We argued about nothing. We read cereal boxes out loud. The house creaked like it hated it, but it couldn't get a grip on us. After three noisy days, the air finally went slack and the cold drained away.

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