Litter cascades in pain and distress. Ghosts scream in the rooms above me, l could hear their cries. Their moans, their sorrow! The cupboard’s wooden panels writhe and roil, twist, nod and turn all at once. It seemed to watch me soundlessly staring . Goosebumps explode like land mines outspread on my skin. Water leaked behind me in the kitchen and a wall of windows revealed the crows beyond. Were they waiting for me?