Empty

Yesterday everything was in boxes, but at least it was all still here.

Now it's all gone and the house is empty.

Well, there's still furniture. Actually, the space is kind of nice. Should consider more spartan livings in the future.

At least I moved the desk out so I can actually get internet while sitting at it.

It's amazing how much of what we own we won't even miss.

This is exactly why houses feel haunted, though. There's just something off when everything is dark and quite and you have only the light above you casting spinning shadows above the fan. It just feels like something isn't right. Its as though you're too alone for there not to be someone else there.

I suppose I should talk to the ghost.

I suppose I am.