Whispers that come at night

often carry further

than those in the day.

When the clamor stills

and fires are doused,

Shadows with veiled faces

Draw near the garden wall,

and through the lattice work

weave their parables....

My name is Kathleen McCullough. I am eight years old, I have a red dress that matches my hair, and my favorite time of day is the night. My family lives on the western outskirts of the village. The Woods run close to us, right up to the wards of the boundary stones. Our neighbors say that the fairy road runs right through the property, that it was bad luck to build here in the first place. Mother ...