“Alice and the Bed of Shadows” sits motionless on the edge of an old bed, wearing a dress that was once white. Cobwebs stretch across the headboard, and the silence in the room seems to wait for someone to break it. They say that children who slept there never woke up quite the same. Alice was the last to guard their dreams — or what was left of them. Her eyes follow your every move, as if weighing whether you’ll dare to lie down and discover what happens when the lights go out.