If you ever find yourself walking down a cracked road that doesn't appear on any map, and you see a light flickering in the final window... keep walking.
I waited on the porch, rocking in a chair that hadn’t existed before I sat down. The night was quiet. No cars. No dogs. Even the wind seemed to veer around Needless Street, as if afraid of catching something.
The door closed behind her with a sound like a swallowed key.