At the end of Ninth Street, you will find a house.
It looks like any other house, green grass, white, and clean.
There are two cars in the driveway; a red truck, and a blue van.
However, something is strange at this house; the neighbors suspect it well.
No one ever leaves.
The curtains are always shut.
The lights are never on at night.
The garbage is never taken out to the curb.
No one ever checks to see if the mail has arrived.
Mail never comes.
Yet, everyone knows that there is a family living in that house.
They are afraid of that family.
No neighbor spends more than a second watching the house at the end of the street.
The family however watches everyone, all the time.
No, they are not normal, not even human.
With beady eyes, they look out of the windows, and watch.
The family on Ninth Street.