I thought I knew what to expect. Zola moved around so much growing up, packing her life into boxes, asking what she wanted to take with her into her altered future. So, when she moved into the swamp, she thought she already knew what awaited her. On a mission to better understand her world, Zola set about on unfamiliar sidewalks, crosswalks, and long walks. Yet the spiderwebs in her perfect hair, the skinned knees on gnarled roots, her socks sinking into the muck— all warned her that nothing would be the same out here. Not to mention the creepy old lady that lives beyond the cypress. Have you heard what they say about her