Caster the Furniture Ghost

Once upon a time
In a house that's suburban,
A family of four endures
Events quite disturbin'.

While everyone is sleeping,
A mysterious force is creeping.

I know it will sound surprising
And even super duper strange
But following the sun's rising,
All in the house is rearranged.

Nothing is where it should be --
They wonder what this could be.

Something very weird is afoot --
The furniture won't stay put.

Then the youngest has an idea so bright:
Set up a camera throughout the night.

So while ZZZs are caught and logs sawed,
During a great deal of snoring,
Activity on the cam is caught
That will be anything but boring.
It might clear up a lot,
Then again...maybe not.
But there'll be no ignoring.

While reviewing footage the next day,
Looks of shock and dismay on each face.
Not much that anyone could say
Except "Look at that!" and "No way!".

The couch slides across the floor
And stops right beside the door.

There goes the television stand --
Pushed by an invisible hand.

"Wait," says the mom, "did you guys see that?"
Right before the screen goes to black
A ghostly figure enters the frame,
Wearing coveralls and a red hat.

The creepy cameo sparks remembrance
Of a tragic tale that's often told
About a moving man that passed away
In that very house decades ago.

The poor guy was busy at work
When his mortal time ran out.
He didn't get to finish his work --
Might that be what all this is about?

To the family it's really spooky
But maybe he feels it's eternal duty?

Since there's no real ghost-zapping blaster,
They have decided to just live with it --
The kids call the apparition Caster.

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