This house lives, breathes, and longs for a family of its own. Through the cracks in the plaster with jealous, watchful eyes, this entity in the walls has taken everything it knows about a family to create the perfect mother. The Unmother yearns for a child of her own to squeeze and hold. Something to stay here and love forever. But it is a curse to love so violently.
A child is just so fragile and can only be held just so tightly, keeping her on the hunt for replacement after replacement. And in the twisting, bending shadows won’t you take comfort in Mother’s arms?
She’ll keep you safe.