The Return Home

As they were returning home from their honeymoon their drive back to their house was filled with a mix of relief and anticipation. Richie and Sarah had been through hell, and now the promise of returning to a semblance of normalcy was like a balm to their frayed nerves. The road stretched before them, winding through the dense forests that surrounded their home, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows that seemed to reach out and touch the car as they passed.

The house stood at the end of the gravel drive, looking almost peaceful in the golden light. It was hard to believe this place had once been a battleground of supernatural forces. Richie parked the car, and they both sat for a moment, taking it all in. The house, their house, looked so ordinary and inviting now, devoid of the oppressive atmosphere that had once clung to it like a dark shroud.