By the pricking of my thumbs....
Lacertine Forest by Lady-Twiglet on deviantART
"Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.” ― Shirley Jackson
“The words you speak stir things in me that I thought were gone. Their faint white heat melts centuries deep in frost. I can feel it through the fields of graves, a beating heart, while rolling hills are roaming through my veins and open arms, and all is full of hope. Ahhh, pining…” ~ ‘Pinesong’ (A Fine Frenzy)
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Foggy Night, Bran Castle, Transylvania