In these walls(are the remains of our lives)

Plain and simple. Stupid saying really.There was nothing plain nor simple about the way his bones creaked with every movement, the way his eyes dragged across every space like the shadows planned to leap up and take him in. There was nothing plain about the house which keys sat heavy in his pocket, nothing simple about the woman sitting across from him appraising Jason with a look that spoke of what she thought of his appearance.“If something could be alive after being ran over it would be you,” she said and he would have glared if he still felt it in him to do so.She says the house is haunted. Jason says he’s going insane. There is no such things as ghosts.