Where the Crows Wait

Some houses whisper. Others wait. This one calls. When twelve-year-old Rue moves to a suburb lined with perfect white houses and identical green lawns, something about her new street feels off. Too clean. Too still. Too quiet. Except for the house across the road-the one that doesn't match. The one hidden behind a rusted spiral gate and walls of tangled vines. The one no one talks about. The one Rue can't stop seeing. Then the crows come. Mysterious black shapes begin to appear at Rue's window,