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Sudetenland Tales
Page 346
The House
The House That Fell in Love
The house does not say anything. It is not capable of speech. The house only watches. Always watching.
The colonial house was built in 1810 by a Revolutionary War veteran. Its white painted clapboard covering was only interrupted by deep green shutters, always open.
The house was surrounded by twenty acres of woods, mostly walnut, and two acres of field with one ten foot tall, purple flowering lilac bush and one apple tree nearby.
The house has grown to love its inhabitants. They are beautiful, the house sees this now. It once thought of them as pests, and infestation. But now it loves them. They are the house’s family.
The house watches the children grow up. The parents are getting older and older, but it’s okay because the house is getting older too. When the older son leaves the house for college, the mother cries. For days. She is sad. The house cries with her. For her pain is the house’s pain.
One night while the family is out to celebrate the daughter’s engagement, the house is broken into by a group of men dressed in all black. Their faces hidden under thick black ski masks.