The rain drove hard against the windscreen, as the driver strained to see through the darkness. The wipers flailed valiantly, but they were fighting a losing battle. No road sign had been sighted for several miles, and the narrow country lane seemed to go on and on. To the left the landscape fell away into dense forest, and to the right it rose into a range of wooded hills. Ahead and behind, the road twisted and wound through a torrential stormy haze.

Damn that white-haired old man who’s directions had taken us this way. The last house they’d seen was at least two miles back. They were quite literally in the middle of nowhere, and the road was so windy that they didn’t even know what direction they were driving in. There was no phone, 3G or GPS signal. It was like a dead zone. There was only the car, it’s two passengers, and the rain....