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The house had sought them out and now it had them, in its hands, in its claws. The second shelf was decorated with teeth. Molars filled in with black lead; then the canines.

Now Gaspar heard it too, though it was very faint, at a low frequency, like when the stereo was left on and it vibrated almost imperceptibly. It was as if colonies of bugs lived behind the walls, hidden under the paint. Tiny bugs, maybe winged. Night butterlies. Black bettles. He thought that any second now the paint, a very light canary yellow, would start to peel and let the bugs fly out.