Ever since we moved there I had been afraid. It wasn’t the house itself, you understand, but the feeling that something was coming there. I didn’t know what. Yes, as you say, this was probably an irrational fear — or at least I should have considered it such, having no logical reason for my apprehension. But nonetheless, as of moving to this house, I could feel this sense of presence, this unknown something, that I knew would be coming to kill us, sooner or later.