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The house in front of everyone didn’t settle or shake or move. It loomed, seemingly staring at everything around it. The old lady sat on her porch reading, her glasses reflecting the sun as she occasionally glanced at the house. The little children playing in their front garden, making sure that their ball doesn’t roll across the road to anywhere near the house. The multitude of cars that swap sides of the road to avoid going near the house. But what frightened people most about the house was that they knew only one thing about it. It was watching them. It wasn’t one of those haunted, cliché houses with wooden planks t