What a lovely little house. You peer in the tiny windows – it’s dusty!

“Someone plucked me off the ground and moved me,” the little house laments. “Have you seen my owner Gerry? I miss him something horrible, even if he does leave his dirty socks and dishes all over the place.”

Fear grips you. This house is speaking. You break out into a cold sweat. What if your house can speak? The secrets it could tell…