Nagi was still awake as the first rays of the sun's light filtered in through the half drawn curtains. He hadn't slept a wink that night and despite his extreme exhaustion he was still somewhat relieved. He didn't like the little children's rocking chair that sat in front of his window and faced outside as if someone were sitting in it and watching the passing people. Slowly he hit the stop button on the portable cd player that he'd had going all night so as not to hear any strange noises and become more scared than he already was. He wondered if the gentle touches on his arm when he first lay down were real or just his imagination running away with him. He chose the former to be on the safe side and lay curled in a little ball until a little after 6 that morning. Apprehensively, he drew his limbs away from his body and sat up, head in hands.

/Am I crazy? There are no such thing as ghosts, so why am I acting like this?/

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and glanced over at the rocking chair before shivering and quickly moving from the room.

In the kitchen things were more lighthearted as the rest of the houses occupants were having breakfast. Schu put down the coffee pot he was tending to and walked over to Brad, hugging him from behind and nuzzling his neck.

"Brad, I'm so happy…we've been so fortunate the afford this house."

Brad smiled and turned around to kiss him on the cheek, running a hand through fire-like hair. Meanwhile on the other side of the table, Jei was shoving food in his mouth like there was no tomorrow while he watched the couple.

"Ya know," he started, swallowing a piece of bacon, "last night I couldn't sleep because of this horrible moaning…" Brad and Schu looked at him in puzzlement.

"Moaning?" Schu asked, arching an eyebrow. Jei nodded, grinning.

"I oughta make you guys wear muzzles when I know you're gonna go at it like that." Brad rolled his eyes and Schu threw a piece of toast in Jei's direction even while a bright blush crossed his cheeks.

"That wasn't funny…" he groaned, walking back over to the coffee pot. It was this time when Nagi had walked into the room and everyone noticed how flushed he looked.

"Nagi, are you alright?" asked Brad, concern in his voice. Nagi shrugged, sitting down.

"I'm kind of hot, but I'm alright."

Schu was already there, kneeling in front of him with a hand on his forehead.

"Hell, you're burning up! Did you lay in a vat of ice water last night?! And your eyes are bloodshot…"

Nagi turned away and sighed.

"I'm fine, okay? Just don't worry about me…"  

"I'm going to check the thermostat in his room and see what the problem is." Brad said standing and heading toward the stairs. Jei patted Nagi on the head and pushed a plate of food in front of him.

"You don't look so good, Nagi…you should eat something." Nagi shook his head and pushed the plate away.

"I'm not hungry."

"My god!" It was heard from upstairs in Nagi's room.

"What is it, Brad?!" Schu called, poking his head from the kitchen.

"It's 35 degrees in here! How the hell could it get so damn cold?!"

~*~

Brad piled more logs in the fireplace and gave Nagi yet another flannel blanket to wrap around himself. The older man was still finding it hard to comprehend the unbelievably abnormal temperature in the boy's room and was now compensating by making the house feel like an actual oven. Schu was unpacking some things in the master bedroom upstairs and Jei sat playing his Playstation on the big screen television in the living room. After hanging some clothes up in the closet, the redhead flopped down on the bed and groaned inwardly. Today and the one before had been tiresome and this break was much needed. It was times like this when he thought that maybe moving wasn't worth all this work. They'd had to move the furniture, which took a good 7 hours or so, unpack and just get settled. The last part seemed to be hardest of all and though he wondered why, somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind, Schu knew. The house was just too perfect to come at such a cheap price for just the reason of nosy tourists. The rest didn't last long as he heard a low hum come from the room a couple doors down from the one he was in now. He raised an eyebrow and was immediately up and out the door. The closer he got to the room whose door they had yet to open, the louder the hum was. He called down the hall to Brad, but getting no response he just shrugged and opened the door himself despite the unconscious fear building inside of him.

He was greeted by the deafening buzz of hundreds of insects that were gathered on the window, blocking out any light. Houseflies.

"Fucking hell…" he whispered to himself and backed out, gaping. How could houseflies have survived here in the dead of winter?

"Brad, come here!"

Minutes later the black haired man came walking down the hallway leisurely toward Schu.

"I gave Nagi some hot tea and put him in front of the fireplace-" he stopped. "What's that noise?"

Schu just pointed a shaking finger into the room, biting his lip. Brad walked to the door and his mouth instantly dropped open in horror.

"What?!"

Quickly, he rushed in and shooed the flies out of the window as Schu watched still astonished at their appearance in this month and climate. A moment later Brad turned around, confusion written all over his face.

"There are no cracks or holes in the walls of this room!" he insisted, "They did a thorough inspection of this house before we moved in…"

"Maybe they didn't check this room well enough." Schu suggested, frowning. Brad, irked as ever, crossed his arms.

"I'm going to have to board up that window incase that's what's letting them in."

Even after Brad had left, Schu still looked into the eerily empty white room and felt a chill run down his spine. This place didn't feel right. Just this one particular room dripped of negative energy. Schu shook his head and cursed himself for even thinking of something as silly as that. But one thought still crossed his mind.

/There was no way the could have survived in this climate and they couldn't have gotten in by themselves…I don't understand./