In the still of the night

I used to read Clive Barker's The Thief Of Always every year. From somewhere around 5th grade till I was out of high school. The story focused on a little boy finding this wonderful house where everything was odd but great. The kid finally leaves finds out time slowed down while there or speed up on the outside world, whatever. So now the dark side of the Hull House shows its true colors. The main point to all this was the house was really alive with minion creatures living, sleeping, and doing what minions do. So now in the still on the night I lay in bed. I can hear the sounds in the house. The creaks, shudders, and settling. I can hear the house breathe. The wind whips along the siding giving off a sound like someone in corduroy or wind-pants is walking down the hall. The furnace kicks on with its own little rhythm. It begins with a hiss and works its way to click-bang. The blinds begin to dance from the heat escapes the register below.