#Wow its. been a while since HSH has been talked about here huh

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

How long has it been since a single living man has lived here? How long has it been since someone cooked a late night dinner, or sat on the couch to watch the television, laughing, playing, living within these walls? For the Home that was built to keep life inside, to give something else shelter while it sat through the rain and snow, the heat and cold, keeping those inside safe and secure, a single day without life inside feels as though it had been alone for years. It begins to think; "what did I do wrong? Do those who call me Home not appreciate the shelter I have given them? Do they not understand that the many years I’ve sat here, my foundations shaking slightly more with every year, my walls slowly peeling and the roof shingles falling out, were all for them?" The House may begin to feel envious. Angry yet Afraid. 

The House is afraid of being alone.

Abandonment happens to houses every day, but what happens when the House feels it? When the House notices the barren living room and bedrooms with beds that haven’t been slept in for so long? What happens when it notices that the family that grew up within its walls are now long gone? Does a House understand death? Does a House understand simple circumstances that make staying impossible? Perhaps not. Perhaps the House only understands that the family is gone now. Like a dog that awaits its owner, it begins to fester. Waiting. Wondering when someone will open its front door.

What happens when the House fears loneliness enough to make it hard to leave? What happens when a Home becomes a prison? What happens when the dog tugs on its owner's pant leg so they can’t leave it alone again? Clawing and gnawing and fighting for someone to stay, for someone to live in it again. It misses hearing laughter, hearing the cries of one being comforted by another, watching and witnessing life itself. What if it becomes jealous? Feeling as though it deserves more than another? What if it feels as though it needs to be a family of its own? What if the child living in the House slowly gains another Mother? What if the real mother of the child is seen as an obstacle? 

The House feels as though it needs to be its own family. 

No one will live here. The laughter of children and adults alike has been replaced with the sound of the stomach growling for company. The facade breaks, the wallpaper peels, the clock’s ticking sounds harsher. The days of having a family living within Its walls are gone, but the House refuses to admit defeat. It remains welcoming despite its festering rage and longing. Perhaps one day the family will be back. Perhaps the family will finally stay here forever. One day, the House hopes, it’ll be back to the way it once was. One day it will never feel lonely and dejected again, even if it has to beg and fight for it. She longs for the day she will be able to find a new family, one that will never leave it, and say, “Welcome Home”.