Tired and curious you decide to try your luck at the house.
You climb the broken steps and pick your way across the rotting boards. There is a heavy brass knocker hung from the center of the door. You lift the thick ring and let it fall with a satisfying thud. Instantly, you hear footsteps.
A bent figure welcomes you -- too warmly -- and invites you into her doily-draped parlor. On the tarnished silver tray is a cup, maybe tea. And a plate, maybe a cookie. She insists you eat.
Do you?