The house is a faded gray and undeniably, unapologetically Victorian. Surrounded by a large wooded lot, the house sits and stares across the lake, keeping an eye on the uninhabited center island. It carefully ignores the progress of buildings as they sprout up around its lot…no one comes to encroach on it’s territory anyway.
Some bright summer nights, when the moon glistens on the water, the house spots something on the island staring back at it. In these moments, the house is almost happy that its family has never returned to Lake Wink-a-Sink. Until one early summer day when a new family arrives, bringing the thud of life back to the house’s empty halls.
The house begins to waken and to wonder: Is it time to play the game again?