Some people's places are just simpler than others'.
I don't remember any of this, but my sister, Emma, swears it's true and I believe her. This is the story she used to tell me at night, when I would climb out of bed and sneak down the hall to her room.
The baby in the crib: crying, in that anxious, fussy way. His face is shiny between the bars. The man comes in the window--bony, wearing a black coat--and grabs the baby up. He slips back out over the sill, slides the window down, pops the screen back in. Is gone. There's something else in the crib.
In the story, Emma's four years old. She gets out of bed and pads across the floor in her footie pajamas. When she reaches her hand between the bars, the thing in the crib moves closer. It tries to bite her and she takes her hand out again but doesn't back away. They spend all night looking at each other in the dark. In the morning, the thing is still crouched on the lamb-and-duckling mattress pad, staring at her. It isn't her brother.
It's me." (pg. 12 and 13)
Brenna Yovanoff's The Replacement is a great book. I loved the characters, loved the plot, loved it all. Though I realize the book is not for everyone because the characters are too realistically confused and awkward at times, it is for those of use who really are confused and awkward. Having a basic working knowledge of Fairy Lore (no, not THAT kind) helps too, though you can pick that up as you go along.