I’m in an old house, and I’m apprehensive, like the place is haunted. As I walk further into the house, it’s like I’m going back in time. Each successive room or level is like a new time period or century. When I get back to colonial times, I’m deep in the basement and the floors are all dirt.
Outside, Anne has prepared a picnic with food she says that her father made. It’s all really delicious: roasted chicken, greens, chocolate cake. We’re all sticking together because we’re afraid. She points at the trees and says she can see a creature that’s alive and moving towards us, like a ghost. The rest of us all turn to look at the trees, but no one can see it and we say we don’t believe her. Still, everyone is on edge.
We take a group picture, and Sputnik puts her head up so she can be in the photo too. I walk over and sit next to her.
