I was never going to sell it, and I want to be honest that this was not courage.

It was closer to stubbornness, and for about four months it was probably not good for me.

The first six weeks in that house alone were bad in a specific way that nobody warns you about, which is that the fear was not general.

It was architectural.

I could go into any room in that house.

What I could not do was be on the second-floor landing after dark.

Because I knew, to the inch, where he had stood.