"She"

I noticed someone moved into my house a few weeks ago. I took a nap and when I woke up all my stuff was gone. It's not just a someone though. It's a young woman with 2 young kids. I tried to ask her where she took my stuff but she never listened. Rude. My mother always told me to be kind, so I do. I always try and help the baby when he cries and the little girl when she has nightmares. I think i'm being helpful but i'm not sure. She works as a business consultant for a book publishing company. The same company that published my favorite novel, Moby Dick. One day when I was rocking the baby back to sleep she walked in. She's never really paid much attention to me so I didn't think she would this time. I was very wrong. She began screaming then picked up the fire poker from next the the fireplace and threw it at me. Can you believe that? Threw a fire poker at me! I was to upset to even notice that I was no longer next to the baby. I was sitting on the bench of a piano in that same living room, before she moved in. There was a storm raging outside the large window. I sat there hoping she would come back. She never did. I waited minutes, hours. It soon became a week, then a month, and at last, a year. She never came back. I never saw her or her children again. How could she have killed me when I was already dead? As i roamed around the house for the millionth time. I saw a key chain. Her key chain. I picked it up and held it close so my chest. More years past and I