It squatted in the corner of the ceiling, limbs splayed and eyes fixed on the terrified family huddling below. They'd been so lively and vibrant before the youngest looked up and screamed at the sight of it. Though this was hardly the first of the family's transgressions it was likely to be their last.
This started several years ago when the newlywed couple moved into the semi-isolated home, having ignored the thousand and one warning signs scattered about the place. From the claw marks around every door handle to the lingering metallic taste in the air to the way that dead flies lined every windowsill to the tiny door in the basement that hadn't been unlocked since the original owners passed away out in the woods.
It was cheap and they were sold as soon as the agent showed them just how little it would take to set them up with a happy family home. Unfortunately this one cost less so they pretended everything was perfect and prayed it would remain so until they were old enough to head to a retirement home instead.
Every year was a countdown to the day their children would pick out a beautiful final home for them and they could leave this moderately cursed place to rot. If the youngest hadn't seen it then they could have lived long enough to go out in their sleep, peaceful and having lived a full life.
Instead their final moments came upon them suddenly and silently, not even leaving them enough time to scream.
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