The panel on the door slid open with a thud and a pair of eyes stared out at her then at the street behind her where the van was parked.

"Mrs. Robeson?"

"Yes?" she looked back at the girl.

"Hi! It's Danielle from the extermination company. You call us yesterday?"

Her eyes softened. "Oh yes, yes, come in."

Danielle heard the door unlock. It swung open casually and Mrs. Robeson motioned her inside. She took a couple steps in and heard the woman shut the door behind her.

"It's up in the middle bedroom. I will walk you there."

Danielle let her take the lead and shadowed behind her. She noticed that the woman walked rather rigidly. Every now and then, she would turn to look at Danielle, reassuring herself that the girl was still following her.

Danielle felt even more wary with each step she took. Something didn't fit. Though she couldn't figure it out at the moment, something was wrong. Mrs. Robeson lead her down a hallway and stopped in front of a door.

"It's through here."

A muffled buzzing emitting through the door. Danielle looked at her for a moment and then turned the doorknob. She shoved the door open and gasped in horror. Thousands of gnats, flies and ants crawled on the walls. Flies flew in and out from the holes in the walls.

"Oh my God…" Danielle whispered, fearful. She opened a Velcro pocket on her jacket and took out a bug bomb.

"Woah! What is that?" she grabbed Danielle's arm.

"A bug bomb. There's no way I can treat this-"

"Is it lethal to humans?"

"It can be but everyone can leave the house…"

"You can't do it then."

She stared at Mrs. Robeson. Perhaps someone was bedridden in the house. Someone who was handicapped. "Is there someone who is unable to leave?"

The woman's eyes darkened. Suddenly, Danielle knew exactly what her look meant. The someone who was unable to leave was actually being forced to stay.

"Why don't I go back to the van," Danielle took a couple steps back, "and see if I can find" the woman followed her "…something…more like a spray…"

Just as Danielle was nearing the stairs, she heard someone step behind her.

"Did she fix the problem?"

Danielle turned and caught the eye of an older man, who she guessed was Mr. Robeson.

The woman stopped, "She's become the problem."

"No! I-"

Hands were on her before she could run, tightly holding her arms behind her back.

"Let go! Let go of me!" she kicked wildly. His grip on her only tightened. She screamed. "Let go!" Mr. Robeson dragged her down the hallway.

Mrs. Robeson opened a door and smiled. Danielle shrieked when she realized which door it was. Flies flew out of the room and back in. The buzzing grew louder. Danielle screamed loudly and thrashed. She felt the man loose his grip on her left arm. He growled and dug his hands into her right arm and he struggled to grab her left. They were at the door now. Danielle grabbed onto the doorframe with her free hand. Her nails dug into the old paint. Mrs. Robeson walked over to her hand and slowly peeled off finger after finger, releasing her hold on the doorframe. Mr. Robeson shoved her to the ground in the infected room and locked the door behind him.