“It’s not really a fly. If you swat it, they'll find you and send two more.

Eunice can be a bit eccentric at times. They normally just ignore her when she speaks like that.

“Grandma, that's a myth you know that right?” her sister chimes in.

“Grandma let's get you upstairs okay it's time for your bath I put the oils in just like you like it okay. ”

“Jana your so good to me honey.”

“Grandma I'm Jane Jana’s favorite daughter.”

Her sisters eyebrows meet in the middle of her head. “In your dreams, little sis.”

Her sister does not pay any mind to what their grandmother said. She sends the magazine she's reading into the air flailing, the flies buzz dies before it hit the floor.

“Going out for a smoke,” she yells into the stairway after her victory.

She stands her back against the tree outside her grandmothers home.

When she takes the first drag of her cigarette, and a fly zips by. She pays it no mind until she sees another one. Both buzzing as close as a whisper in her ears.

“Thanks, Eunice for jinxing me.”

Before bed, she goes in to brush her teeth. There is a fly on the wall behind her watching like it's on a mission.

“Damn you, Eunice.”

While she's fast asleep, she awakens startled her body drenched with sweat. Her sister is across the room, in a peaceful slumber.

She goes to get a drink of water from the tap in the bathroom. The floorboards creak under her weight.

The fly remains in the same spot as earlier. When she looks back up, she spots another in the shower — watching staring at her.

Do flies stay in one spot for this long?