Once David's retrieved the two suitcases that carry his only remaining belongings, the driver shifts into reverse and backs away, leaving David alone with the house that has literally haunted his dreams since he was a kid.
He’d expected it to be less imposing now. That’s what Dr. Lee had told him, during one of their last sessions at the center. Everything looks big when you’re small, right? A bunch of bricks can’t possibly be as scary as he described. Standing here now, though, David can confidently say that Hill House is just as intimidating now as it was back then — maybe even more so, now that he knows what waits for him inside. It towers over him, blocking the light from the sun and covering him in shadow. If that isn’t a metaphor for something, he doesn’t know what is.
As he stands, frozen, the porch light begins to flicker slowly — on, off, on, off. It’s with a sharp ache in his chest that David remembers Adelina’s rule. He can hear her voice in his head saying, “Porchlight means it’s time to come home.”
Well, he’s home.
OR: A ghost story loosely inspired by The Haunting of Hill House.