#Hill House

[wistfulpoltergeist]

Episode 8

They walked along the corridor, peeping behind every door. None of them was closed. Those were small rooms with canopy beds, musical instruments, oriels, a terrace under a glass dome, or—suddenly...

...a balcony over the first floor.

The little tour with Jason reminded Amadeo of the game he played as a child in his parent's house in Sundale. Like in a dream, the rooms appeared excitingly novel yet slightly familiar.

“Everything here is in excellent condition,” Amadeo noticed, thrilled.

“Don’t you find it amazing? Like in that fairytale about the Beaty and the Beast, when she got to the enchanted place, hidden from the world yet not neglected.”

He glanced at Jason, panting from dragging the heavy suitcases up here.

He barely saw anything but the stairs and carpets under his feet, and the only beast he could think of now was Louis Vuitton pulling at his arms.

Amadeo swung around on his heels. “Never mind. I must tell Rogers they did a good job...”

“Look at these vases. Drapes. And statuettes! They are priceless! Nobody dared to steal anything.”

“Nobody steals from the ghosts,” Jason grumbled, sweating.

“There're no ghosts. Aren't you here to prove it?”

Jason blew the forelock off his eyes. “The witnesses say otherwise. Starting with accidents and ending with owners abandoning this place for no apparent reason.”

“Why would anyone abandon this lovely place?”

Jason shrugged. “Dunno, maybe things moving, clothes missing, doors closing and strange noises coming from the basement didn’t seem so fun to them?”

“Are we done exploring, chief?”

“I'm sure there's a simple explanation for that.”

“And have patience, Mr Analu. This place is a piece of art to admire. True art takes time, don’t you know that?”

Jason rolled his eyes to admire the artful cruelty of his host.

♫Agnes Obel - Aventine♫

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[eggsaladstain]

thinking about how mike flanagan's first netflix series ended with the crain family together, both in death and in life

and his last netflix series ended with the entire usher bloodline 6 feet under, buried side by side (with lenore in the same row as madeline and roderick instead of the row below with frederick and the others) but no more a family in death than they were in life

the haunting of hill house and the fall of the house of usher feel very much like two sides of the same coin - a home built with love will stand for centuries, but a house built without that foundation will crumble and leave no survivors

[haunthouse]

at long last my attempt at collecting every single cover of hill house is live! 125+ covers, sortable by publishing date, language, and whether it's a movie/tv tie-in cover. if you know any more that aren't on here, leave a comment on the site so i can add them!

[mobydyke]

[sexting] no live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

[cultofmortem]

[rorytelling]

Leave it to Mike Flanagan to pump out a masterpiece every Halloween and then disappear for a year

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

thinking about the fact that nell crain was haunting herself for her entire life because the moment she entered hill house she was doomed

[kkillustration]

I’m staying at Hill House. Wish you were here!

[lovelaceisntdead]

Fuck it Hill House titties get their own post.

[jijingka]

i’ve been reading the haunting of hill house 🫣

[mikelogan]

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within. It had stood so for a hundred years before my family moved in, and it might stand for a hundred more.

[wistfulpoltergeist]

Episode 7

“Sometimes superstitions can make people delusional, Dr Stonefall.” Amadeo clicked with his tongue and nodded at the entrance.

“Let's take a look at your field of research and have some refreshments. But first, gentlemen, will you help me with my luggage?”

He flashed a look at Jason’s shapely arms.

“No problem.” Jason turned and walked straight to his BMW.

Barely they entered the hall when Dr Stonefall's phone beeped.

He peeked at the screen, excused himself, and said he should drive to the train station since no taxi driver was giving Elliot a lift to Hill House.

“Not at this hour anyway,” he added before leaving.

Jason emerged in the doorway with all the suitcases in his hands, not even out of breath.

“Where to, chief?”

“Oh, um... to be honest, I don’t know. I haven't seen much of the house...”

“But the master bedroom shouldn't be hard to find.”

Jason put the luggage down on the floor.

“With all due respect, sir, the master bedroom is known to be the most haunted one.”

“Nonsense!” Amadeo waved away with his hand as if wading off a nosey fly and strutted to the main staircase.

“Let's find it, and you'll see there is nothing to be afraid of.”

Jason shook his head and followed him upstairs.

♫Bonnie Tyler - Holding Out for a Hero♫

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[thatweirdgirlyousatnexttoinmath]

It's been almost five years since The Haunting of Hill House came out on Netflix. And it has irrevocably changed my life.

The depiction of grief. Addiction. Depression. Loss. Identity. Family relationships. Family dynamics. Healing your inner child. Having to deal with your inner child. The fact that in some ways you never really grow up, you're that exact same person inside that is dealing with all these increasingly complex and difficult things, trying hard to not let the child in you react because you know it shouldn't.

Thinking about Theo taking her gloves off. Nell going to therapy, putting in work, and still having her demons chase her around all the way to the end. Shirley's entire life and career being based around wanting to help people in their darkest moments the way someone helped her (though isn't that what they all do, too? Especially Theo). Luke as the youngest, being left behind or not believed and eventually having to find ways to self-soothe, which as an adult are not as health-friendly as other options out there. But it's what he had to do to cope. And Steve... everyone knows a Steve.

I know people have commented before about the five Crain siblings and the five stages of grief. But they also each experience those themselves, and in some ways the five of them simply display how much grief and living can do to a person. Juxtaposing the entire modern part of the series with them as children reminded me how much the things I do now can also be drawn back to little Me. The decisions I make, what scares me, who I reach out to. What haunts me? I may not have a big scary terrifying Death House in my past, but I mean... we've all got our version of a big scary terrifying Death House.

The tragedy of Hill House, the complicated love that's shown, the connections and relationships we have with our families, the world, ourselves. I cannot, will not, should not, would not forget it.

[babu-s]

Truly a congenial little group :)

(First characters' introductions from The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson)

[gunmny-shark]

[madamairlock]

It's been five years and Theo's breakdown in the grass because she can't feel anything is still one of the most heartbreakingly relatable things I have ever seen in my life.