It started with a bang. Not a very loud bang, but still loud enough to get my attention. I probably should have known, there were many clues. People came in, they looked around for what seemed like a long time. But then it stopped, I thought they were gone permanently, but no. Now there was this bang. And another! Oh jeez. I don't think I like this. I should maybe go find out what that banging is. I slid over to where the bang seemed to be coming from, a square shaped room for keeping motorcars in. Many more noises than a bang were coming from in this room. In the back of my mind I was preparing my self. I moved from the top of the fridge to under the stairs, which turned out very useful indeed, because someone came and took my fridge away. They came back with a new shiny steel one. Much too cold. They took away parts of the floor too, and brought back new fresh wood. So now. This bang... In the box room I saw many men, large men, bringing small cubes and odd shaped furniture into my house. One of them walked right through me. They brought these things into the house from a ship they had. It seemed cavernously large. Like their bounty would never end. But it did. And they brought something else as well. A man, a woman, and a child. They arrived at my house after the men had emptied their ship. And they did not leave. Of course they went out for small periods of time, but they always returned post-haste, and never took any of their things with them. But that was only the first day. Time doesn't pass like normal for me. I float around for endless periods of time in my mind. I never know how long it's been. It might have been hundreds of years since I last walked. Sometimes I wish I knew the answer to that, but I think it might be better this way. I can't count the years. So I can't mourn as well. I sort of forgot what I'm mourning anyway. I doubt it matters at this point. I'm too curious to mourn. I can't remember when someone lived in this house last. I could haunt them I suppose. Is haunting fun? I don't have chains to rattle or anything. Maybe I can push that new shiny fridge over... That would be mean. I don't want to be mean. I'm not going to start haunting until they've moved in properly. Wait a moment. What am I saying. I'm mad. I'm mad they're trying to take my house. I want them out. They are too noisy and they leave things all over. I was happy with my empty house. Empty... I know the empty. I sleep next to the empty. Do I really want that? I can change. I'm not impervious to change. I can do it. I'll have to watch these people for a while first. Get to know them. I will start today. I will start with their names. Names were very important when I could walk. I remember at least that.