As he approached the fly on the fruit bowl with his newspaper he heard another of the disgusting things near his face. The buzzing of the two insects was driving his mad, his anger that had died after hitting his wife was starting to grow again.

Then he noticed the other flies, at least 10 or 15 of them crawling over the dresser, what sot of hotel was this? The place must be disgustingly filthy. He would demand a full refund, it was all his stupid wifes fault, he would have to punish her later for choosing a dirty place.

His eyes concentrating on the flies crawling lazily over the dresser he didn't notice those that appeared as if from nowhere, those that crawled over his shoes then up his trouser legs. Flies that seemed bloated and sluggish yet with a determined action.

It was the louder buzzing that made him notice, with a cry he shook his legs rapidly dislodging the insects that flew from him then upwards in a cloud at first small then growing. The flies moved closer to his bare arms, his face, crawling over his flesh. Then came the bites, he had never known a fly could bite, but these did, the bites drew blood.

A second cry flew from his lips, dimly he heard Mae Lin coming out of the bathroom to see what was wrong. He didn't hear her own cry of horror as the flies started to enter his ear cavities, his screaming mouth.

In mere seconds the flies consumed him, his soul being dragged down to await the judgment of those who dwelt within the house, his fleshly form destroyed by the emissaries of the spirits.

Soon there was nothing left, only a smear on the parquet to show where he had once stood. Mae Lin gave a cry of fear and ran from the room in her nightgown, she had to find the owner Ms. Wincham and try to explain what had happened. She wanted her husband....