They used to throw lamps at walls 

to get my attention. Deep at night

or sometimes daily they would 

yabber incessantly in protest 

of each other and my inhabitance.

Taunting, grabbing my feet, dragging 

me under the bed, kicking and

screaming. Or pinning me up or 

painting sinister messages of

confusion, vadalising my peace. 

Pesky petrifying polergeists

polarising everything. These days 

I hover on the ceiling staying out 

of the way. Accepting what they do 

and say but not being haunted. 

That cannot happen without my

permission. Now that I understand 

these apparitions; these mere





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