Upon his arrival to the house, he was met by the groundskeeper, an elderly woman already waiting for him by the small black gate. The woman was wearing a plain gray dress that left no part of her uncovered, save her hands and face. The dress was worn and frayed; his first thought was that the outfit was an appropriate reflection of the person wearing it.
“I hope you don’t scare easily young man,” she spoke in an airy tone.
“No, ma’am. I sure don’t,” He replied with a dark chuckle. “I’ve seen it all.”
“We shall see, we shall see.”