Saying this, the house contracts around you- exploding with cracking wood and jutting planks coming from the walls and ground- nearly cutting you as you take cover. Almost as if putting its disguise down, the house takes on an older, and decrepit state- showing its age and darkness. You hear windows shattering, and you see a crack form in the small window that sits away from you. You feel mild regret in your language, but retract that thought, as now you feel a stronger urge to leave- as the house slowly comes in around you.