There’s another flash of movement, and I look at Cabin Three. Someone is on the front porch. The rocking chair lurches back and forth, and Karen Meadows stares blankly in my direction. That night fifteen years ago flashes in my head. A glint of silver. A river of red. Everything Lenora and I did after. Neither Karen nor I look away. Until I back away and close the curtains.
I don't know what is real or fake anymore is Karen really out there?
