Boyce's heart beat faster and faster, the nearer that he came to the door.
"Here it is, Lloyd!"
Lloyd saw Boyce's excitement as he put the key into the lock and turned it. He also felt a certain presence looming over the entire hill, as soon as they set foot upon it.
For Lloyd, this place had a different meaning then it had for Boyce. For him it meant the extension of his life which may have been cut short before he even had a chance to realize what life was. It meant the love and the admiration that he had for Brook and Dearborne, and this place was a reminder of evil's earthly triumph over good, through death.
"Would you have ever believed that I'd be back here?" a tear issued from Boyce's eye as he spoke and Lloyd cleared his throat, trying to keep from Boyce his own feelings about it all.
"It was predestined, Boyce!" he said then touched Boyce's shoulder to urge him to open the door and enter the house.
Boyce hesitated for a moment longer then smiled a little, and with a sigh he opened the door.
There was a sudden but slight whoosh at the door, as air rushed into the vacuum of the house.
It was dark and quite cool inside the house, in comparison to the intense heat outside, on this particular day. There was also a foul smell within which would have been more suitable for a
slaughterhouse. It was sour-like odour mixed with the linger type of stink of boiled chicken feathers.