It's different. You're not sure how, but it's not the same. The house doesn't rest like it did when you found it, and you don't think you can stay much longer. You were so certain that you'd found permanent safety, a true respite. No more. The floors creek without cause, the curtains move without wind, and you keep hearing animal sounds outside even though you know for a fact that there's nothing left alive out there.
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