It’s a strong collage, a scent of burning wood and dead leaves. It’s the uneasy feeling of a quiet  dead house of a broken family.  The loud bark of a small dog that never stops. Halloween decorations wrecked by the wind that we took hours to put up. The drive to your house was my favorite— I could get there with my eyes closed. But little did I know, when I would open them again, it was no longer your house. An imposter, a ghost—they must’ve taken you.