In her crooked house overgrown with vines, the isolated, silver-haired old woman awaits lost travelers burdened by the painful difference between their hopes and reality.

My brother is different now; he moves too fast and hates the church light. I know his secretive new life is not about homework, but about becoming the creature of the night he joked about. I am writing down the clues because I am the only one who sees my brother is vanishing.