It might be true there's a curse on that house. It's up a mountain cove not many know of, and those who do know won't talk to you about it. So if you want to go there you'll have to find the place yourself. When you find it you won't think at first its any great much. Just a little house half logs half whipsawed planks, standing quiet and grey and dry, the open door daring you to come in. But don't you go taking such a dare. Nor don't look too long at the three different-coloured flowers on the bush by the doorstone.Those flowers look back at you like a faces, with eyes that hold your eyes pass the breaking away. In the trees over you will be wings flapping, but not bird wings. Roundabout you will sound voices, so soft, and faint they're like voices you recollect from some long-ago time, saying things you wish you could leave forgotten. If you get past the place, look back and you'll see the path wiggle behind you like a snake after a lizard. Thens the time to run like a lizard.