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Click Here if You Love Me by Leslie Wilson
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Chapter 2

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Hidden Messages

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Perhaps a house is built and destined to be a bad house. Or perhaps a good house grows bad slowly, sprouting mildew and ephemeral hauntings.
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Dorothy felt the strange miasma creep about her as she walked out of the day's baking heat into the shadowed foyer, but chalked it up to honeymoon jitters.
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Another Storm Tonight

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Rebecca's fits came every few months, when the moon was full. She called them her "stormies." Dorothy held her, and they slept on the sofa.
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Not every child is easy to raise or naturally happy. Rebecca was as sweet as sunshine, most of the time, but then the house darkened and whispers brushed her ears.
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Trapper's Mansion

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Trapper hired a San Francisco architect to draw up plans. Sequoia sempervirens, tall as gods, were felled and hauled down mountain by oxen.
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Lichen encrusted boulders wrenched from beds of sand, then rolled on logs to the flattened building site, left gaping caves of mud along the river banks.
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Interior Decor

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Ever since Mamma died, Pearl chose the lovely things Trapper wanted for their home. She bid locally for Miwok and Pomo baskets, choosing the best.
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Mail order catalogs fetched home the popular new "French antiques", enameled Chinese vases, gas lamps embraced by cherubs, and varicolored slabs of books.
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A Gypsy Lover

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Trapper's Mansion had a dark side, facing north, shadowed by a two-horned mountain. This side was cool on searing summer days; dank in winter.
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The rest of the house caught ample light and shared breezes from room to room. The north-facing tower bedroom, Pearl's room, stood alone.
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Punishment

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The house knew everything. Its walls absorbed each exhalation, murmur and wail. It waited until Rebecca gave what it wanted: a death, grief, guilty secrets.
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Built from native materials formed over eons, the house, through curse, spell or vivid imagining, was sentient. Its presence watched and waited.
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Chapter 2 - Click Here if You Love Me, a romance novel game © Leslie Wilson
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