The basement is strictly for ghosts, goblins, and other scary yarns. 

You’re kidding, right?

But here you may read tales of love, loss, and other worldly things.

Well, that’s better.

It’s a climb to the attic for sagas of angels, aliens, trips to the moon – and beyond.

I’m thinking that this may all be just a story.

No. No. There’s a strict ordinance for the fables and floors in my house.

Oh, I see. A correlation: stories for stories. 

Ah, ha. You get the story.

But, what about that saucy folklore; ya know, about your less-than-storied past?

It stays in the closet. Locked.