After a month or so, the House began to change.

They leave the house in the early morning to warm themselves and then begin to eat.

Around 2 in the morning, our house began to shake.

By 2007 new houses began to appear in the area.

Ten years later, when only the two youngest children were still at home, the house began to seem too large.

Inside, the house (which is now a living thing) begins to talk to them.

The house in the mountains began to seem less real, as if it were part of a world that he had already left behind.

Up in his room again, the house began to be haunted.

As I did, the house began to rock again, almost throwing me off my feet.

"My house began looking like an old war surplus store."