a  sentence  starter  inspired  by   â MABEL â  a  podcast  about  ghosts ,  family  secrets ,  strange  houses ,  and  missed  connections  written  by  becca  de  la  rosa  and  mabel  martin. Â
      *  taken  from  the  episodes  â THOMAS â , â REALLY RED â , â LETTER FROM JUNIPER â , âDATURAâ , â COALESCENCE â and  â THE KING SPEAKS â
â did i dream you ? â
â are you real ? are you anything of flesh , do you breathe ? â
â my mother taught me many things but she did not teach me this. â
â you knew me , as though i was a piece of you , something youâd been missing. âÂ
â i didnât realise i was still afraid. â
â if i die here , what happens to you ? â
â sometimes , when i look out of your mirror at you , i think that i am looking at a piece of my own soul. â
â sometimes i think i would eat you if i could. â
â where does it come from , the thread that ties us together ? â
â there areâ systems , like you said to me. there are rules that canât be broken. â
â last time you were here , you just kept saying you were lost. â
â you know some of my secrets , i know some of your secrets. â
â we were equals now , or people made equal by virtue of having shared something terrible. â
â once youâre inside , it doesnât matter anymoreâ you leave pieces of yourself in there. â
â thatâs what this house does , it eats parts of you. â
â iâm all in pieces. bits of me are echoes. â
â i was lost when i came here first. so some of me will always be lost. â
â i went in for coffee and most of me never came out. â
â that house got its claws in you, too. â
â you know that feeling when you realise that somethingâs been out of joint , and you just havenât noticed it up until right that moment ? â
â sometimes i get angry. it doesnât happen very often , but when it does itâs likeâ itâs like something inevitable. â
â you need to stop talking about it. â
â i didnât tell you this before , but you were in my dream last night. â
â hold with the hare and run with the hounds. it means someone who takes a stance against something , but then goes on to do that exact thing. â
â thereâs too much white noise in our heads. â
â but animals only follow their instincts. they are pure in a way i am not. â
â if this was a fair story , you would have already come back to me. â
â i have been stuck down here in the dark with nothing but your voice going on and on. â
â this is a nation haunted by its fictions. â
â what feeds our engines , if not fairy tales ? â
â what am i if not a jaw full of teeth ? â