The story so far:
Amos looked into Peter's stark grey eyes, seeing the unrest that lay just beneath the surface. " Rambleings of a maddman, nonsence, but something about the preacher doesn't sit quite right there is something about him Amos." He said finally able to steady his voice.
"We can talk about this later Peter, If we wish to make it home before it gets to late we should probably leave now." Amos said rising from his chair.
"Yes, we will speak of this all later." Peter was content to set aside the conversation about the preacher for the time being. Tonight would be spent with the family of his beloved Mary and he would be content to lay thoughts of the preacher at the back of his mind. He quickly washed dressed and joined Amos in the driveway. They drove for miles in obscure silence until they finally reached the Draven manor Mary's childhood home if you could call it that.
The courtyard was full of stone angels, and taupiaries that were scary enough durring the day at night especally a moonless night like tonight they were down right terrifying. The drove up the cobblestone walk way to the magestic collonial manor, and a chill over took Peter, it was though Mary or at least a part of her never died and still walked the grounds at the Draven Manor.