“Come on in,” said the elderly woman. At first we didn’t think much of it. Her house smelled like old cans of vegetables that have been left out in the sun for too long. As we looked around her house, we saw things. Not just things you would have in your home. Skeletons. Weapons. Burnt books on the floor. I was getting an eerie feeling. I knew this wasn’t safe. “Would you like to stay for dinner?...