(@work, turning on a lightswitch to see the same withered old woman sitting in the dark talking to herself)
ME: hey who are you talking to?
HER: the familes
ME: are they here?
HER: cliff, they are always here. they go in the walls. is it dinnertime?
ME: its 5 am. you should sleep. can i turn off the light?
HER: yes.
(overheard after closing the door)
HER: you can come back out now.