Day 2,117

Sometimes I find myself staring out of my bedroom window at the brick wall of the house next door while the lights flicker and the air gradually fills with the sounds of teeth chattering and a thousand voices mumbling half-garbled words. It's my house - it's been studying humans since the day it was built and now it's trying to speak to me.

It only seems to want to when nobody else is around, just me and the walls. For the most part the voices come from just below the windows but occasionally they'll follow me around the place. I have yet to make out a single word but I know sooner or later it'll finally get the hang of it.

Until then I'll wait and listen to it vocalising and screaming, hoping and dreading what its first word will be.