Never thought there'd be a point in your life where you want to fuck a damn door... your furniture, even kitchen appliances...? Well, here you are, anyhow.

New house. Old secrets. A pair of glasses. Suddenly Y/N can talk to the furniture-and some of it talks back. Things get freaky. In every sense of the word. Contains mature content and unhinged household objects. (It's in the last chapter-for yall weirdos (; )