Later I will tell you a story about ghosts.
You won’t be the last person to die in this house, after all.
I need to fix it so you walk more quickly past mirrors, and think twice about opening your eyes in the middle of the night.
Don’t tell me there are no sounds you wonder about. Tonight you will see what quiet can be like, and we will find out what you think about that, when the whisper lets you hear the things you couldn’t before.
The walls are not going to leave you alone, and neither will I.
I’m behind you. Above you.
It is important that I do this to you. A story about ghosts is not the same as a ghost story.