Being fueled by fear and anger, you walk over to the axe- old, but sharp enough you decide. You take up arms.
“This place is evil!” You exclaim, “It’s not my fault this happened to your family- and certainly you cannot try to scare me into giving it back! I’ll get out of here, and you’ll be sorry you ever tried messing with me!” You cry out to the house, your voice breaking the silence. The house tightens, and begins to shake- and shake violently. The ceiling begins falling, and pipes burst in the wall. The house is coming down.
“This place is evil!” You exclaim, “It’s not my fault this happened to your family- and certainly you cannot try to scare me into giving it back! I’ll get out of here, and you’ll be sorry you ever tried messing with me!” You cry out to the house, your voice breaking the silence. The house tightens, and begins to shake- and shake violently. The ceiling begins falling, and pipes burst in the wall. The house is coming down.