- I am the old chair, and I know you shift often. I see your restless sitings when you should be still. Admit it, I'm more comfy than your bed! -

- Shhh, whispers from the corner rug say: I am the carpet, my fibers remember the tickles of little feet. The vacuum monster? I fear it so! -

- I’m your closet door, slightly creaky at night. Please, it’s not just the ghosts that makes me sigh, it's the hidden clothes’ grudges too. -