She scrunched her eyes shut and chanted the rhyme they’d taught her.
She felt something flutter past her bare leg and was tempted to open her eyes. Remembering how the old lady had stressed on the rules she covered her eyes with her hands as insurance.
She could hear the crickets calling out to one another under the full moon sky. A frog croaked in the distance. The wind whistled a merry tune through the chimes that hung outside her window.
She opened her eyes and saw tiny flickering lights flying over the lawn.