The darkness coalesced, lurking and adding forebode to a situation that already should've risen the hair on the back of her neck.   She was uncomfortable, and as he ushered her into the blackness of the old, creaky house she glanced over her shoulder as if the closing door was the opening of the Gates of Hell itself.  The only problem with that image was that her Hell existed in the house, and it had yet to begin.<br/><br/>"I thought you were just grabbing the papers...." she answered, but almost absently as she stepped further into the hall, hands at her sides and clenched into fists.  All she wanted was to go home, but he was delaying that with his stupid work, and now his stupid beer.  She didn't even like beer.<br/><br/>"Really, just grab your shit and we'll go."<br/><br/>It came out a lot harsher than she meant it to, and she immediately regretted the slice of her words through the house's semi-stillness.  Kat bit hard into her bottom lip, restless hands clenching again before she forced them to open.<br/><br/>"Please?"  At least she hoped that added word made things better....