Starling House

by Alix E. Harrow

Logan Caldwell claims he ding-dong-ditched the place last summer break, but he’s an even bigger liar than me.

there are stories about Starling House, the kind people only tell at night, half-whispered under the hum of the porch light—

I came straight home from Mom’s funeral, dumped it into a doubled-up grocery bag along with half a pack of Newports,