Max shrugged off the odd encounter with the unkempt Old Man, resolving that his friend had not come as she had promised she would. He turned to leave through the rickety old gate he had entered.
It was then that he noticed the trees.
They grew all round him on the stone facade of the church and its privacy wall, cast there by the light of his lantern shining cross a yard that was naught but brambles and overgrown hedges of dead wood. As he neared the entrance way, the shadows danced around and loomed over him, as if alive.
When he had gone far enough that he was upon the boundary wall, his lantern revealed there was no rickety old gate, only continuous, high stone and mortar.