The path was hidden, though the shed was easy to find. Even in the dark, it was darker than the darkness – kind of spooky, she’d said the first day we arrived. The wood was falling to bits, and there’s no way I’m going in there, she’d kept saying. I don’t care if I freeze to death, but there’s no way I’m venturing into that black pit full of spiders and creatures and god-knows-what breeding in there. Fine, I’d told her, freeze to death then, see if I care. But I’d barely got the words out, and the invisible thread was tugging at my heart, so there was no chance of making good my promise.