“But I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!”

It was those very words that made Sammy and I pause what we were doing, frozen at the dining table as if we had been turned into stone. Slowly, I turned to our younger sister Rose, who was clutching her worn teddy bear in her chubby hands.

“Rose, what…” Sammy started, but quickly trailed off. I chose to contin...