Philip backed away from the sabotaged SUV, a slight smile tugging on his lips, they'd have to go into the house. After he left Denise in the woods he'd been too busy trying to get away to think; but now, with escape no longer an option, his mind began to turn. YES, there was something evil here and YES, it appears malevolent. Whether the evil was associated  with the witch and the stories around the place he couldn't say, and if there was some riddle to solve which might help them escape the night alive there was no telling. At this particular moment there was only one thing to do: find safety. 

    He looked at the others who were also now gathered around useless vehicles. "I think we have to go hide in the house," he said in a hoarse voice, "Does anyone's phone work?" He cackled around the lump in his throat at the insanity of going into the haunted house when all he wanted to do was run.