Derek brought the car to a standstill, and turned to Ruth. “Are you sure about this,” he asked. “I can easily ring in and take the afternoon off.”
“Honestly, honey, this is something I need to do this on my own.” She looked out, then gave her husband a smile that didn't really seem genuine. It's been a long time since I've seen them, and I need to know what's going on. Anyway, I have my phone if I need you. Just give me a couple of hours.”
Derek nodded in defeat, and planted a long, lingering kiss on her soft lips. “I love you Ruth,” he whispered.
Ruth returned the sentiment, and then opened the car door, easing herself out. She briefly turned back and waved goodbye to her husband. Then shivered. As though something did not seem quite right.
The pathway had become much more overgrown than Ruth remembered, but that was hardly surprising considering what had gone on. Branches formed a canopy, and hardly any sun filtered through.
Eventually, at the end, Ruth reached the familiar old house. They were all there, like some kind of weird coven.
“Hello Ruth, we've been waiting for you.”