The day was hot and humid with flies playing zig zag across the back of an old wooden swing. The white dusty house sat across from an old black mailbox with plastic sticks holding it in place.
“So…what am I doing here? Why did we have to move to this crap town?”
Ronda rolled her eyes and looked at her watch. “Brad, if you don’t stop talking to yourself, people are going to start calling you crazy. Trust me, small towns are known for nosey people.”
“If you knew that, why did you move us out to this small miserable town?”
“Give it a chance. You might like it,” moaned Ronda as she struggled with her key unlocking the door.
“You’ve been working on that lock for twenty minutes, mom. It’s a sign. We should leave now,” laughed Brad as he grabbed the key from Ronda’s hand.
Within minutes the key slid into the lock and the door opened. Ronda looked at the key and frowned. The inside of the house was old with small piles of dirt circling the doorway. On the other side of the door was a small hole underneath a bay window with a nest embedded halfway in the floor.