Wild overgrown hedge, green tendrils like fingers reach out to stop us. Sunken sidewalk, bog of wet leaves, moss, and mud. We cross, watch from other side. Scary side of street. Houses with eyes watching us, and whispering, go . A light flickers on a cat appears, we cross and call, kitty, kitty. The cat watches us padding uphill to the woods eyes glowing green blue. Here kitty kitty. Don't follow it. Come back. Run. Around the corner... We find normal life a hat shop where church ladies buy pink feathered crowns.