A woman notices that a strange, decrepit house is slowly moving toward her home, leaving destruction in its wake.
This is an odd, dream-like story (with actual dreams about strange houses figuring into the plot) that leaves a lingering sense of dread. I live in a neighborhood of mostly 1920s bungalows, which I walk twice a day with my dogs, and it’s not unusual that I will suddenly notice a house for the first time and briefly wonder if it has always been there. In “Come Closer,” it seems that the mere act of noticing is what draws the house closer.