You’re out for a walk one night when you notice a break in the hedge. You’re certain it wasn’t there yesterday.

Beyond it, a narrow path winds through the overgrowth toward a tall, crooked house. Warm light glows behind its windows. You should keep walking. Instead, you step through the hedge.

The path seems longer than it looked from the road. By the time you reach the porch, you feel strangely far away.

The front door stands slightly open. Every sensible instinct tells you not to go inside, but curiosity wins.