There was something in the back of her mind telling her not to open the door, that Colin and Seamus weren't people to be overtaken by superstition - especially regarding someone they knew as well as Dennis. Still when she saw him standing there with such a sad look on his face, there was nothing she could do to but open the door and let him in.
'Of course, love,' she said softly, placing her arm on his shoulder as she ushered him inside. 'Whatever has happened, dear? How can I help you?' She tilted her head, looking at his pale face, judging if at least that part of the rumours were true. It seemed they were. 'I'd offer you something to drink, but I doubt that's what you need.'
She followed him inside, locking the door behind him and guiding him to a table. 'Now tell me what's wrong, love,' she said softly.