Thank you for this life that I have. Thank you for this beautiful house, and I praise you for the creation of my lovely family and wonderful friends.
I'm sorry to have to ask you about this...
Lord, they're listening!
Now, yesterday, tomorrow they hear.
They hear the music I play, the words I speak in your blessed name, they hear all.
Now, Lord, I wouldn't mind at all if there wasn't a major problem with that. I'm very grateful for this house, after all.
The ears are tripping over the visitors. Whenever people come around, they are first spooked by the colour of the walls. Then they look closer and are terrified by the ears poking out. They'll run and call me a witch, and then the ears move.
They jiggle with laughter.
Lord, the walls are making me lonely. I feel like I can barely say this aloud because they are listening, they are listening.
What if they are watching too?
Are they conspiring to kill me?
Drown me in their earwax?
Lord, I am afraid!
The walls hear all!
P.S Please hurry.