There's so much history beneath our feet, these floorboards rippling, whispering scenes.

Each wavy window is a spying eye which humbly boasts of the ghosts inside.

These walls do talk with each settling groan with the memory of all that have called this home.

Though it is our time now to haunt this space and lay claim to ours in this crooked place.

Someday we too will be just a name on the deed, just a faint feeling seeping from the seams.

For now though, let us honor these wooden bones and add to the memories of this place we call home.