The house sat on a hill overlooking the bay. It was empty and quiet. There was a vibration of the past events that controlled the psyche of the house.
Three people were laying in their beds. A man and two children were still and pale. They had been visited by the sickness. A simple sneeze and then death in just a few hours was the course of events.
The father had spent the evening with his two daughters. First it was dinner and then a little television. He put them to bed. Before leaving the room he sneezed. It was nothing, he thought, probably just a cold.
The next day people at his work were worried that he had not shown up that day. They had heard about a growing sickness throughout the country. Several calls to the house to check up on him went unanswered.
The school called the house to find out why the children had not gone to school. But there was no answer to the phone calls. Several calls to the house to check on the children went unanswered.
It would be a week before police were finally notified that something might be wrong. When they entered the house, the smell was overwhelming. The odor left no doubt what had happened.
They found the decaying bodies of the children and their father. No one knew for sure they had the sickness, so they ignorantly didn’t protect themselves or the dead bodies from exposure. In less than a month the entire town would be dead.