“Hells bells, Dog, would you look at that?” Dog was having a hard time just staying in the passenger seat, his jowls shaking along with every bone-rattling jar from the road. If he’d been a cat, he’d have sunk his claws into the seat for traction. As it was, all he could do was sit and vibrate. Hitting a particularly interesting corrugated part of the road, Luke felt the flesh on his arms judder as the ute rumbled over it. It didn’t, however, detract from the sight before him as he finally passed over the corrugated road and into the less rough area of what still held the last remnants of a large, circular driveway. Pulling up in front of the mansion, Luke turned off the engine and got out to gaze up at the monstrosity. Really. Monstrosity. It was old, decrepit, and downright spooky. Dying. A decaying house, the brickwork needing a lot of work, several broken windows boarded up, and shit, look at that - an open window at the top of the house where a ragged curtain billowed out.
