Vera leaned forward in the chair, flexing her feet against the gentle throb of the wood floor. “I know what you are,” she whispered. The thing in the bed looked back at her warily. “Oh?” Vera nodded. “I know you. I remember you.” She licked her lips and then, before she could stop it, a smile bloomed out of her mouth like the crown of a mushroom. “You’re the house.”
