完型填空
Tick, tock, tick, tock．I’m sitting here, watching the movements of my existence pass slowly away．My house has been 1 for such a long time, and I’m lonely and forgotten．Sitting here, by myself, all that I can do is 2 and think about my past．I could tell you stories that only walls would know．But walls can’t speak．
For a time, I was left alone, while people came and 3 the house…．Then, one day a nice couple moved in with a young son．From the beginning, their son Danny liked to stay with me, and I was completely 4 with him．He always looked as if he loved the stories I told, most of which began with．“Back in my day…” and “When I was 5 ．…”I sometimes had the kind of idea that he didn’t really understand what I was saying, but it felt good to be 6 ．When Danny went off to college, my heart broke．Soon afterward, 7 sold the house．…
New owners came and 8 ．Then, one day it so happened that I was in when a new family was moving into the house．You can’t even imagine my 9 when, unexpectedly, Danny walked through the front door．He had a 10 and kids now．I was so overjoyed when I saw him that I put all my energy into my daily activities…I spent the next twenty years watching his kids grow up, with a mixture of pride and 11 about what would happen next．
The kids finally became 12 and Danny sold the house．That was about five years ago…．Some of the local kids have started the rumor that the house is haunted(闹鬼的)－and, in 13 way, it is．It is haunted by memories of all the people who have lived in it．Every second has 14 me so much．I have been counting them down and they are almost up for me…I hope that someday somebody will 15 me, and drop in on me again．Maybe then I’ll get a new home and an opportunity for a whole new set of memories．
