The House that Loved

Diversified Writer
2 min readAug 22, 2024
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In a shadowy, ancient house, where the wind whispered whistled tales of forgotten times through the eaves there lived a little girl named Anya. Her mother had passed away when she was young, leaving her alone with her father, a stern man who seldom smiled. But Anya was a child of light, her heart a beacon that pierced the gloom of the old house.

The house itself was said to be haunted. Creaks and groans echoed through its halls, and cold drafts seemed to caress unseen visitors. But Anya found comfort in the eerie sounds. She imagined they were the voices of the house’s past, sharing their stories with her. She considered them friends. She had none of her own.

One evening, as Anya sat alone by the fireplace, a soft glow began to emanate from the walls. Intrigued, she followed the light. It led her to a hidden chamber behind the bookcase. The chamber was filled with more books and paintings. As she touched a dusty tome, the room filled with a warm, inviting light.

A gentle voice, like the rustle of autumn leaves, spoke to her. “I have been waiting for you, Anya,” it said. “I am the spirit of this house. For so long, I have been lonely and afraid.”

Anya’s heart filled with compassion and love. “I’m here now,” she replied. “I won’t be afraid anymore.”

From that day forward, the house and Anya became inseparable. The creaks and groans turned into soothing lullabies, and the cold drafts became comforting embraces. The house, once filled with darkness and fear, now radiated love and warmth. And Anya, once alone and afraid, found a family in the heart of the haunted house.

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Diversified Writer
Diversified Writer

Written by Diversified Writer

Darren is a short story and novella writer. He likes tall tales that have humour and heart. He’ll occasionally bring you poetry, finance and health blog posts.

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