A Requiem Sung from Regret

People often say that in this age, as the uncanny consumes the world, those on the verge of death who harbor obsessions etched into their bones will become uncanny beings in the real world, singing out their regrets. But I am an uncanny being who has forgotten myself. Though I desperately want to find what I've lost, I can't leave this dilapidated little house. My only hope of getting out is the real-world objects brought to me by “visitors”...