This may sound weird but, I live with a buncha ghosts, I know this because they hover around my house, they ask me questions I cant even answer and they go through me. The point is, I live in a ghost house and I’m the host, I’m heading to the diner to give Edmund Barton his Vegemite toast, (even though I don’t see the point in finding him food cause well, y’know), i put the plate on the table, “No’, he said, ‘I like Marmite.” “Oh don’t be such a fussy eater! You don’t even need to eat, it’ll go straight through!” I can’t handle these ghosts much longer… HELP!