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(Транскрибовано за допомогою TurboScribe.ai. Оновити до Необмеженого, щоб прибрати це повідомлення.) It starts with a feeling, not

to be seen with the naked eye, but

a sense of presence, a spirit, a

spark.

You may think you can shake it with

reason or rationale, strength or logic, but

there are no laws here under her genius.

There is only will to power, to willing

flesh.

And this spirit, this spark, this desire, this

rising heat, is simply a thing you cannot

ignore.

This place is hers.

You hear it?

My name is Nora.

I had a happy life on the boat.

It was simple, loving and smooth.

There was silence to write and I had

an entire novel ahead of me.

But sometimes I would think about my life

and wonder how easy it would be to

just write myself into another one.

When I looked out to the sky, I

felt like the light was just waiting to

break through the clouds and play me something

different, something new.

I knew

I would leave if I had a choice.

My aunt Ruth passed away and left behind

a huge apartment right in the heart of

the noise.

I never met her and I still wonder

why she left me the place.

But I jumped at the chance.

I was going to write myself into something

bigger.

This is all becoming a complicated mess now.

What am I trying to say?

Ah Ah Ah

I told you I'm ready.

I was born ready.

I'll be back in 10 minutes for goodness

sake.

Oh, Laura, my darling.

Fanny.

Oh dear, you know what it's like for

me when houses run late.

This handbag's at dawn with the rest of

the drag acts.

And if I don't have my best blowjob

palette on stage, then they've replaced me with

some younger model with better legs.

Anyway, how have you been?

Well.

Oh, that face says something is bad.

What's wrong?

I don't know, really.

I mean, things are going well, but I

feel like something weird is happening in the

house I've just moved into.

You know what?

It's probably nothing.

Darling, don't be ridiculous.

You can tell me anything.

Look at me.

Okay, but please don't make fun of me.

I feel like I can hear things I

shouldn't be able to hear in the house.

Sometimes I can hear sounds through the walls.

Like I can hear what's going on in

the other buildings in the apartment.

And I don't mean there's bad soundproofing.

I mean, I can hear them loud and

clear, intimately, like my neighbours are in the

room with me.

That's the kinkiest thing you've ever told me.

Well, it does happen when I masturbate.

When you masturbate?

No way.

You pervert.

Every time?

Yeah.

As soon as I get turned on, it

all starts to creep in.

It's like this wave of sound comes rolling

over me.

And even the smallest sounds like breathing or

sighing.

Wow, that's so very bizarre and yet so

very delicious.

Does anyone else in the building know about

it?

No, I've only just moved in.

What am I supposed to say?

Oh, hi, I'm Nora.

I'm your new neighbour.

I can hear you brushing your teeth when

I masturbate.

I can't do that, Danny.

Come on.

Well, that's a way to introduce yourself and

scope out the talent in the building.

No?

Okay.

Does it happen outside of the house?

Nope.

And I've tried several times.

At friends' houses, in a public bathroom, even

at my mum's house once.

Nothing.

It only happens in that perverted, haunted house.

Well, it certainly doesn't seem like the work

of some malevolent ghost.

This does remind me of something that old

Italian mystics used to tell me as a

child.

My grandmother believed she was connected to the

spirit world.

To the genius loci of our house.

What's that?

Is it Latin?

Yes, my love.

The Romans described it as a protective spirit

over a house.

Something which manifests long after sight has been

neglected.

Maybe this deity is timing you on and

forcing you to listen for some reason.

Oh, to me, the spirit of the mystic

opportunities.

Yeah.

Myst opportunities.

Darling, do you want me to do your

reading?

Yes, please.

Help me.

Okay.

This house hides crimson feathers under lock and

key.

A drowning songbird cries to the many secrets

she keeps.

Water rises to end the night.

Doubt crawls into the spines of suspicion.

Meet the dimming eyes of the house.

Find the woman with a snake on her

arm.

Listen to the woman with the snake on

her arm.

What did you say about the house?

I'm drained.

My love, I think you have nothing to

worry about.

I'm probably just tired.

Yeah, I am tired, but...

But better times are coming for you.

And look, maybe this mischievous spirit will at

least bring you some good orgasms.

Well, that would be a positive at least.

Darling, you need to embrace the heightened senses.

Listen, I will come over and see you

as soon as I can.

Just to make sure you're doing okay, of

course.