"The House on High" Street

When all the shutters and doors were closed,
a thin, high wailing shuddered the walls
a child's inconsolable cries saturated the rooms.
On other occasions, there were vague crashes,
the falling of china,
the splintering of door frames,
the chipping (at midnight) of the high-polish ceilings.
How long would it be before the neighbours noticed,
before the sheen of normalcy split through,
and the seething breath spilled out into clean society.
The house tries its best, but it was never meant to contain things for too long.