I REMEMBER

I remember one of the many times our house was haunted there were eggshells arranged geometrically on the console table in the second floor foyer. Nobody had had eggs in weeks. We didn't have mice or any other Rodentia. It seemed unlikely some flying insect or bat with a packrat sensibility had created this miniature work of art. It was never explained. The house had been locked up tight and nobody else had a key. The ghosts wanted us to see eggshells. I have no fucking clue what they were trying to say. I'm sorry, ghosts. Here. Let me adopt that therapist tone. You're going to need to be a little more specific.