“There is someone in our house.”
And it’s probably not who you expect.
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Quill Hollow
We love how appropriately disjointed "Our House" by Eleanor Lennox feels. The short paragraphs and broken rhythm add to the sense of unease, that something is very not right here:
There is someone in our house. Three people, maybe four. They’re looking for something.
