Welcome To The Peeg House- -final- -witchuus- -

This is the Final arrangement. Not final as in “last,” but final as in “at last, the shape makes sense.” The hallways loop only twice now. The third bathroom has been converted into a sigh. The basement breathes every Tuesday.

You didn’t knock. That’s fine. The Peeg House doesn’t have doors anymore—just hinges that remember what they used to hold. Welcome To The Peeg House- -Final- -witCHuus-

…say thank you. Then run in place until you wake up somewhere else. This is the Final arrangement

So hang your doubt on the crooked hook by the non-existent door. Mind the floorboard that groans your grandmother’s maiden name. And if a Peeg offers you tea— The basement breathes every Tuesday

Welcome To The Peeg House —Final— witCHuus

And the pigs? Oh, they’re not pigs. They’re Peegs . One letter off from the world you knew. That letter is the price of admission.