Summer Whispers

In Briar Glen the trees watch. In the fog-choked outskirts of Briar Glen, where an ancient, gnarled tree stands guard over a decaying wooden bridge: Every ten years, the red eyes of the Great Oak don't just glow—they blink. The local teenagers call it a game of "e;Red Light, Green Light,"e; believing that if you move while the eyes are open, the tree claims a piece of your shadow. But when Leo and...