House Rules -

Leo, the newest foster child, stared at the framed parchment in the hallway. It wasn't the usual "Wash Your Dishes" or "No Feet on the Couch." These were written in a sharp, elegant cursive that seemed to shimmer if you looked at it too long. Never blow out a candle you didn't light.

Leo jumped. Mrs. Sterling stood behind him, her silver hair pulled back so tight it looked painful. She wasn't mean, exactly—just precise. House Rules

If you hear your name from the garden after dark, do not answer. The third door on the left stays locked. Do not knock. Always leave a saucer of milk by the cellar door. "Stayed too long at the wall, didn't you?" a voice rasped. Leo, the newest foster child, stared at the

"Privacy," she said simply. "A house this old has earned its secrets, Leo. Follow the rules, and the house will be kind. Break them, and well... it becomes quite difficult to find one’s way out." Leo jumped

That night, Leo lay in bed, the silence of the woods pressing against his window. Then, he heard it.