a short story
by Lindsey Beth Goddard
originally published in Jennifer Miller's Ladies Of Horror 2009
Cassie set her suit case in the grass, studying the bungalow's timeworn porch with a nervous blink of her eyes. It was quaint, out of place among the newly constructed split-levels and condos she'd passed on the way. Brick pillars stood on either side of the front steps; the grout had long-ago cracked and turned yellow. Three small windows—even in size—lined the front of the house, framed with maroon shutters. Paint peeled in large patches, revealing the dull color of wood underneath. Cassie sighed. Her stomach felt hard, like the center of a tightly-pulled knot. She had never been on her own before...