You notice as your mother speaks that her teeth have somehow become
quite long and pointed. She smiles at you and says, "Glad you
made it home. I was getting hungry. Let's go out for a bite." As
she moves closer to you, you back away. "Mom, what's the deal
with your teeth?"
"The better to bite you with, my dear" You leap onto your
bikes and pedal away down the street. "Dave, there's something
weird happening here. And I think it's because of that mansion. Do you
think we should go back?"