The Book that Remembers Her

Title

The Book that Remembers Her

by

Tiona Harmon

Front Matter

To the echoes that linger in the quiet spaces, to the whispers that thread through memory, and to the persistent, unnerving hum of a house that remembers more than its walls should contain. This is for those who have felt the floorboards shift beneath their feet without reason, for those who have seen a flicker of movement in the periphery of their vision, for those who understand that sometimes, the most profound horrors are not the ones that scream in the dark, but the ones that settle in the bone, a quiet inheritance of dread. It is for the selves we were, the selves we are, and the selves the house insists we will become. May you find a sliver of unsettling recognition within these pages, a mirrored shard of your own uncanny experiences, and may the stories we tell ourselves, and the stories that are told through us, finally find their resolution, however spectral. To the reader, who is, in the end, the truest resident of any narrative. This is for you, who will turn these pages and, perhaps, feel the house watching back.