They say that I am hauntedBut let’s see if that’s the truth.People think their dreams come downFrom their hard-tiled attic roof,Which is what they call their brainsNot up from the dark cellarsWhere hide the things they dare not See: that can’t be flushed down drains.Truth is, some men have bad dreams,Ride night-mares through woods at … More Do houses dream of being home and not their posesion by evil?