Ghosts.

There are ghosts living in this house.

Yes, they certainly live.

They are just as alive as you and me.

And I'm not talking about those who have passed on.

Don't worry, they are here too.

Flashbacks haunt and laugh at me.

The memories infect this place like the mold the grows on the walls.

It's in every bedroom.

I can feel it while walking the halls.

Right down to the floor boards.

Even the steps to the front door hold bad dreams.

That's where he spit food in my face.

In the living room, that's where I collapsed from my overdose.

This hallway is where my nephew came running out from.

I was still drunk from last night.

Here in this room, that's where I let silver meet my skin.

I can hear her yelling my name from here.

All the anger and abuse lives within this house.

These ghosts torment me while I visit.