One morning a pair of legs perfectly sculpted out of snow, turns up in the yard in front of a young couple’s house. There’s a Twilight Zone quality about this story that drew me in extremely quickly:

The legs appeared on the sidewalk after a heavy November snow. Sean and I stood at the edge of our yard, inspecting the two limbs jutting out of the ground, feet aimed at the sky. He noted the sturdiness of the quads. I observed the careful sculpting of the toes.

“They look real,” I said.