DeVil in the Details.

Chapter eight : Between Angels and Insects

They arrived at their supposed destination; the middle of nowhere. Nick turned off the main road into a narrow dirt road pathway up a steep hill, surrounded by nothing except forestry. The light of the sun became dim until it dulled in such a way that made the surrounding area feel as if trapped in timelessness; as if it were all enveloped in an invisible or glass bottle, leaving the sunlight to feel artificial as it's dim twinkling light added a gloss and glow to whatever it touched. Rowland looked up through his widow and glared at the ever-green aesthetic appeal as they drove by; he got lost in the scene as if he was wandering the woods by foot along side the car and all of this reminded him of the camera he had left at home. He felt cozy and warm in the woods surrounded by what was left of summer, until;

"We're here! ", Nick announced, grabbing Rowland's attention as they stopped at a derelict house that looked like it belonged to Death.

"What is this place?", he asked getting out