Then, Lila, a smaller girl with wide eyes, spoke up, “I saw her once in the middle of the night, bending over the trash cans. She picked up all sorts of things—old rags, broken dolls, even food—and took them back to her shed. I think she uses them to make those little dolls, the ones that are supposed to look like people.”
Maya, a quiet girl with dark braids, spoke up, her voice low. “I once saw her standing in the middle of her yard, holding this huge black cat. It was like she was talking to it—real soft, like they were having a conversation. It stared right at me, and I swear, it didn’t blink. Then she looked at me, and I ran home so fast.”