Miles stopped, puzzled, next to his sister, who was looking into the mirrored surface of the lake. Since my parents died, the house has become cursed. The candles went out by themselves, and the children began to sleepwalk, which is why they were often found near the lake. Miles had always been kind and supportive to his sister, and even now they were both staring intently into the depths of the lake.

It’s getting cold…