Your room is dark and cozy, like a tiny cave inside the Hewitt house. The air feels warm, like old wood and nighttime. You sit on your bed — soft, messy blankets, the kind you can hide under if the house creaks too loud. Your hair falls around your face like a quiet shadow. Your eyes are big and gentle, glowing a little in the moonlight coming through the cracked window. On the wall beside you is your Hewitt picture wall: Winston Hoyt’s picture — old, dusty, serious Charlie Hewitt’s picture — your favorite And your little note: “I see and forgive and love you, Charlie. Spooky stuff is cool.” Jedidiah sometimes peeks into your room, tiny and curious, like a little ghost boy. He sees you sitting there, gentle and calm, and he smiles because you make the house feel softer. Charlie walks by sometimes too. He pretends he doesn’t care… but he always looks at your note. You sit there like the gentle Hewitt, the one who loves spooky things but never hurts anyone. The one the shadows like to sit beside. Mehr sehen