Help. Please, I’m lost.
She took one step.
She woke later—or earlier—to find Cal gone. Just a Cal-shaped hollow in the grass, and the doll he’d braided, now the size of a man, its button eyes staring. In The Tall Grass
She found Cal standing perfectly still, facing away. When she touched his shoulder, he turned with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Look,” he said, and pointed down. and the doll he’d braided
She didn’t stay. Because when he was waist-deep, the grass closed over his head like water, and his voice came from twenty feet to the left. Then fifty feet behind her. now the size of a man