The darkness added to the snowstorm made the town seem even more eerie, Phillip almost drove past it if it wasn't for a single log cabin having it's lights on, he phoned Benson and got the precise address.
When they parked the Jeep they had to run in in order to get out of the blistering wind, of course Phillip insisted on getting the luggage out, especially the weapon loaded duffle bag.
Inside the cabin the chunky fat man dropped in a chair in front of a fire place. Phillip shook his hand and sat down with Suzette, Simmons chose a single couch across from Benson and held his hands to the fire.
"Bad shit got insane son, I'm telling you!" Benson blabbed through his fat lips and lit a cigar "This fucking place gives me the geepers, and I don't scare easy"
"What's happening?"
"I'm not entirely sure, but it feels supernatural, ya know? Not real shit, the wolves, the voice in the woods, rumors about a witch, fuck! I didn't sign up for this"
