“Get inside,” Lizzie’s mother said, pushing her daughter toward the door. “Get inside now!”
“Mom! Quit pushing!” Lizzie said, trying to see what was in the bushes.
Her mother pushed her into the house, following her inside. Lizzie’s father was the last one in, and he shut the door behind them, locking it and leaning against it.
“What was that all about?” Lizzie asked with her hands on her hips.
“There was something out there,” her mother said. “Didn’t you feel it?”
Lizzie went to the window to look out again. At first, she didn’t see anything but then caught movement out of the corner of her eye.
“What is that?” she asked, turning to look in the swaying bushes.
Her parents came over to stand on either side of her, and they all peered out the window.
“There,” Lizzie said, p
