Weeds decorate the lawn and the walkways, the walls are intertwined with ivy, and birds of prey perch around the roofs and shingles. 

The paint is fading and chipped. The steps creak once any weight lands on them, and the doorknob is rusted to a bleeding brown. 

A house like this should be abandoned, but— It’s not.  

“It’s you again”. 

The voice comes from within the house, yet, the speaker makes no move to open the door. 

It’s well within her ...