This empty house is made full by friends unseen. The veiled, who have found their own clever devices of correspondence. I beg, do not be alarmed at the drifting whispers through the halls and corridors. You may also notice the sensation of delicate fingers tracing your spine as you turn away in your bed. Deep creaks and groans are known to be frequently heard beneath floors and behind doors. The steady pace of shallow breaths drift from darkened corners finding rest in the ears of beloved guests. It should be stressed that although these companions have the tendency to disconcert, they mean you no harm. No harm, to you who stay and play.