Ed looked out their window, the sky was tar-black and the large clouds swirled around roaring with might. Faint pitter patter turned into heavy crashes of raindrops and within minutes everything outside was submerged in thick mist and fog. He was sitting down, the weather was perfect for cozying up by the couch, the newspapers wrinkled against his fingers while the faint aroma of his warm coffee filled the room.

A knock erupted from the front door, with this weather you'd least expect a visitor. He got up rather uptight when someone disrupted his reading, "Georgianna!" The formed frown quickly disappeared just as fast as it appeared. Ed immediately opens the door wider for the in-law, offering to take in her drenched coat.

"Where's Lorraine?" The grandmother made her way towards the couch, gently placing her bag elsewhere. Her eyes leaf through the whole room, taking in each detail she could muster. The house certainly held a different atmosphere than from the previous visit she did, but she never paid attention on any of that.

"Oh. Both of 'em went to the store," Georgianna watched as Ed made his way to their kitchen. Her ears picked up on the casual clink of mugs before his voice broke the silence. "Coffee?"

He asked from across the room, "Oh, yes please. . ." Rubbing her hands in an attempt to shake off the cold, Georgianna quietly sat waiting for her son in-law. The rain continuously pours, blurring the scenery with unending gray vapor. Perhaps it was the weather, but something about today seemed cold, a sheer sense of everything being stagnant.

A distant halt of a car had cut through Georgianna's thoughts, both of them waiting for a slam from its car door. Ed carefully made his way back to where Georgianna was currently gazing at the door, her back turned from him. His hands held both their coffee, placing one on the table for Georgianna.

The sudden burst of their front door made both adults look up from their cup, "Speaking of the both of them---" Ed casually took a sip from his mug, the tangy bitter-sweet taste of coffee flagging his taste buds as he watched both females enter rather slump.

"You're never going to believe what happened," A sharp sigh escaped from Lorraine's lips, taking her time slipping off her shoes and shrugging her coat off. Ed gave a raised brow and switch his gaze to Lia who was rubbing her arm from time to time.

"Why? What happened?" Before Lorraine could say a word, Lia excused herself from the group, climbing upstairs towards her bedroom rather quick. Ed gave a skeptical look as Lorraine sighed and sat beside Georgianna, "Oh. Hello mom, glad you can join us." She casually greeted, as they both hugged and settled comfortably on the sofa.

"So who's gonna tell me what happened?" His voice laced with earnest as he found his fingers clutching the scruff of his daughter's raincoat. Daintily, he hang the wet thing on their wooden rack and went back to face his wife with the same look never faltering.

"We bumped into some nuisance along the way," The mother caressed the back of her palm, her eyes glazed seemingly recovering the previous event that had happened while they were away. It was no surprise for the mother to receive skeptical looks from time to time, classic remarks, but she didn't expect people to go out their way and cause harm.

"Some man tried to smack me and Lia got in the way before it happened," Lorraine tried to remain calm, but her gaze gave it away when she faced her husband in the eye. Ed was no different, for a moment he curled his fists ready as if to strike, "---I stopped him before he can even lay a finger on her."

Both adults kept quiet, letting the words linger and settle. "I should've gone with you," She sighed, a frowned smile evident on her lips, "It's fine. . .something worse could've had happened." Lorraine held his hand, caressing her thumb on his palm.

...

Lorraine's eyes trailed along her daughter, the hem of her dress slightly bouncing as she lag behind the wooden steps of the house. "Are you alright?" She kept quiet and sat beside her mother, movement quite monotonous which made both adults worry.

"Hey. . .dear, what's with the flies in the jar?" Georgianna pointed on one of the shelves near the radio, her grimace lingering more than it should be. It distracted them from Lia who silently bore holes on the ground, shallow breathing leaving her mouth. Both Ed and Lorraine followed her finger, landing on a translucent thing.

Ed, being as curious as everyone else, managed to get up and examine the rather large item that glare their way. The jar was filled to the brim with a dark murky substance, some of it oozing down the glass container. Grotesque was a way to describe it as dead flies fill the top of the black stained cap.

Flies that looked exactly like the one he found inside the museum, "We. . .never made this." He muttered, turning the jar over and over unaware his fingers were coated in some type of oil.

"Well surely it couldn't just be. . .there," A small laugh escaped Georgianna lips, trying humor to cope of not knowing what was happening. But Ed didn't bother to laugh with her nor Lorraine or their daughter. "Oh. You're serious?--- well uhm--- well maybe it was Lia . . .you know, she could've-"

"No no ---Lia wouldn't make this, she knows better than to play with these insects as big as bees. She wouldn't even touch a regular fly let alone these buggers." The mother stepped in, her voice wobbled scanning the jar from across the room. The grandmother could only purse her lips in reply and kept quiet.

All while Lia sat perfectly still, jaws shut tight while eyes never wavering from the ground. Everyone was too busy to notice her mutter something under her breath, it was hushed and low almost as if it was gliding with the wind.

Lorraine made her way to her husband, grabbing the jar from Ed's grasp and examining it for herself. Some flies were torn off their heads and some formed into lumps, the sight enough for the clairvoyant to gag. She tried wiping off the oil that seemed to coat the glass all around whilst her palms struggled to keep hold of the thing.

"Was this here before?"

Ed couldn't answer his wife's question. Both had frowns along their foreheads trying to decipher previous events that led to this. Georgianna watched the couple exchange looks and talk in whispers against each other's ear, they looked exhausted as ever now that the grandmother realized.

"He put that there," Everybody's eyes snapped towards the child who sat from across, head raised up staring directly at the three with melancholy and fear.

...

"You alright?"

Lorraine shook her thoughts away and sighed, a nod followed soon after. Night rolled in swiftly and the Warrens were prepped in bed, Lia was lying down between Ed and Lorraine as the couple leant their heads against the headboard, "I'm not so sure about this anymore," He watched as his wife pulled the covers close to her chest, a slight frown evident in her lips.

"I'll contact Father Gordon tomorrow, we'll sort this out okay?" She hummed a response as tired eyes drooped slowly and blinked awake again, the clairvoyant slid down her covers and murmured for Ed to shut the lights. Without further nuisance, he followed. He kissed both of them goodnight as he too slid under the covers and fall into a deep sleep.

Their arms unconsciously wrapped around their daughter, sleep overtaking their exhausted bodies. And soon enough, the estate went into complete silence. Everything was still except the ticking of the grandfather clock downstairs, the constant beat of water droplets down the sink, and the heavy breathing of a man standing in the far corner of their room.

Its eyes glinting in the shadows.