It isn’t so much the look of the house, that’s bothersome. Neither is it the skit skit skit noise as the sharp, claw-like branches tap the draughty windows. It’s the way the windows distort the shadowed figures within. The way the light highlights the faces in them, even with no one there.
There is no one there, right‽ Right?
Is there anybody there…?
The Mansionic Perspective 
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