The house sat empty, but in its secret heart, it hated.
Once, it had loved the humans who lived within it's walls. They had loved it as well, and the days had been spent in sunshine. Laughter had echoed through its stairways, and dreams had been dreamed within its rooms.
That was before they left. They had packed their belongings, and left nothing but dust-balls, bare walls and lonely, empty rooms - where bittersweet memories now turned to bile within its crumbling architecture.
The house had gone insane, and in its insanity, it hated.