Madness

The floorboards are creaking while the faucets drip franticly, wind whistling through notches watching waiting for its breeze to blast them in, outside the whisper of the wind found its hole in the frame of the door, the faint footstep of my perished family paired together, angered by unknowing truths, THE HOUSE SPEAKS, husband and daughter rejoice we must all be together as one forever our house to be, BLAM! (loud shotgun noise).