When Things Get Dark

by Ellen Datlow

She moved here for a haunting, and, even if the house refuses to be haunted, she fully intends to be.

Dr. Krämer asked her to think back—relax her mind, come to the moment cautiously, like you’d approach a dog that bites. Brave girl. Wise, brave girl. “I wouldn’t approach a dog that bites,” Lucy said. Dr. Krämer held up her pen like a switchblade. “Then how do you know it’s a dog at all?”