Owen looked at the old manor with disgust. It once might have been a beautiful landmark in this region but something felt terribly wrong about it. Not just there-is-ghost/demon-in-this-building wrong. No! Standing beneath its threshold alone made him feel tainted and there was a presence that felt heavy and oppressive, like a foul fog.<br/>While the others attempted to walk inside he turned and looked for a path into the unkempt gardens.<br/>If he was right, the there was no need to prove that the thing inside was pure evil and it was of greater importance to see whether it was able to leave the manor and tried to cross the manors borders. If he wasn’t right he still would get paid – for a nice walk in the green.<br/>Without a further word the priest disappeared into the bushes – literally.<br/>The touch of the knee-deep grass and the dark veined leaves almost felt as if the flora tried to scan him, but the man was experienced enough to know to distinguish between doings of ‘the evil’ and stress-induced imagination.<br/>After all, if there was something really dangerous around here the cryptic words of the deceased would have forecast his dead. Unless he was dead already…<br/>