Something

"Well, we have to do SOMETHING," the shadow in the hall said. "This is ridiculous!" "Nothing scares them anymore," clanged the rattler at the foot of the basement stairs. "Is it time for something radical?" the icy breath at the back of the neck asked. "Are we saying that the walls running with blood is finally a thing?" "It just might be," the creaking stairs whispered solemnly, and they all took a moment to reflect. "I think it's that or the headless apparition," interjected the thud coming from the attic. "Or we could just chill," the eyes and teeth said softly. "I mean, c'mon, we could rest for a hot minute and not get all ectoplasmically butt hurt about not being the cause of more anxiety right now." They all turned and stared at the eyes and teeth, shocked and a little self-conscious. "Its haunt has gone soft," the shadow in the hall hissed. "It's been under Timmy's comfy bed too long."