The Watcher of Calder House

The Calder House doesn't just watch you. It keeps you. Mara learned that

the night she went inside for a school photography project. The front door exhaled when she opened

it, like the house had been holding its breath for years. She expected emptiness,

but immediately felt something watching her from the dark hallway. Her camera flash

revealed a child-sized figure standing at the end of the hall. When she checked

the photo, the figure was there, staring back, but when she looked up,

the hallway was empty. Then the photo changed on its own, pixels shifting

into a grin. A whisper crawled across the floorboards. Come see. Her flashlight flickered.