Christina Mother of SpidersFriend: How's it going.
Me: My house is aunted.
Friend: Haunted?
Me: Sssshhhh. *whispers* No, aunted. Quiet. They'll hear you, and make you eat.
Tergenev has moved@Aikiwomannc nice . . . But it only works if you pronounce ‘aunt’ some archaic, wrong way, like the rhyme scheme of the sonnets of Shakespeare.