This house is weird.
I mean, like, weird weird. Not like my cousin Richard’s house, which has that one room that isn’t for anything and those stupid rabbit statues in the yard. Our house has this, like, vibe. It’s not even anything I can put my finger on. Sounds bounce kind of funny, but I don’t know why. Sometimes the air gets a little fuzzy. There isn’t, like, a smell or anything, but almost.
Plus, I swear the stuff in my closet keeps getting rearranged. Not, like, messed up, but sometimes my dresses are hung up backwards.
What was that?