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Jerry's suggestion to spread out didn't sit right with Harrison. It was only the three of them. But Jerry didn't have to worry about his teammates, either.

Some kinda symbol. While Jordan was in the bedroom, Harrison summoned B0nez and split the back of the couch. It hung open like a tent flap, and inside...

Harrison hid his mouth and nose in the crook of his elbow.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, B0nez hummed.

He was looking pale as Jordan wandered back in to cut back the carpet. The ripping noise was louder than he'd expected, peeling it up to show layers and layers of bugs, wriggling all over each other, so thick it almost looked like porridge. The couch looked like that too.

They're all over.

"I'm...I gotta go outside," he said, and walked stiff-legged out to the porch to grip the railing for support and be loudly sick in the grass.

Jordan dropped the flap of carpet back over the crawling mass, grimacing. He tried not to listen to the sounds from outside; he'd managed to keep his gut under control at the sight of the termites, but if he paid too much attention when someone else was throwing up, he'd lose it himself. As calmly as he could, if slightly too loud, he said, "No, if the bugs had eaten them there'd have been mention of it. That would be unusual enough to attract notice. I suspect that if they had, there wouldn't have been bodies left to find, anyway."

Maybe the bodies looked fine but were full of bugs, like the couch, Ferros suggested, tone thoughtful.

Jordan swallowed hard to quiet the nausea that rose in his throat at that thought. "I doubt it, but thanks so much for that thought." The noises from the porch had quieted; he went to the door. "You okay?" he asked Harrison. "I think I've got some gum ... "

He'd treat it as a serious response, anyway. Jordan checked his pockets and found the packet. "Heads up," he said, and flipped it towards Harrison. It'd get rid of the taste of bile, at least.

"Gives me the creeps too. All those bugs in the furniture ... " Jordan paused as a thought occurred to him. Probably bugs in the beds, even. The thought made his skin crawl, and he resisted the urge to check and make sure there were no bugs on him. He shook his head. "I wonder if it was like that when they were still living here, or if the termites have multiplied since the deaths."

"Good idea," he agreed, and followed Harrison back inside. At the last comment, he paused, flushing slightly. It hadn't been meant that way. "I didn't think you were," he answered, as quietly. "Not your fault weird s**t happens."

He headed down the hall again. "I'll check the other rooms down here. If there's any bedrooms upstairs, check under the beds - that's where the spiral thing was down here." There was nothing new in any of the other downstairs rooms, though; another spiral under the bed in what looked like the guest room, and termites everywhere, just under the surface.

He took a moment to tug the corner of the sheet off the bed in the guest room, and dropped it hastily when he found that his guess had been correct. Bugs squirming in and out of the mattress, the barely-audible rustling everywhere. How had the inhabitants of the house been able to live here? How could they have slept in these beds?

"There... was some... empty bottles in the kitchen..." Jerry offered weakly, wandering about as they discussed their findings. This was... disgusting. Very disgusting. Ugg.... He wasn't phobic about Bugs, not like... other things. But that didn't make them any less nasty on masse.

Letting the other two check the upstairs, he called after warily, "Be careful! You don't want to fall through if it's all... ugg... rotted!"

Alright. Back into the kitchen, and the now-empty bottle of southern comfort he had left in the cabinet. It had a screw on cap at least. Right. Ok. Just... ok, maybe a spoon or something too... a few drawers and he located a ladle and a funnel.

He meekly made his way back to where Jordan had already started to rip up the floor board, and indeed, it was still swarming with fresh grubs and older termites. Between the ladle and the funnel and holding his breath and trying to not watch what he was doing, he managed to fill the bottle at least half way with creeping crawling things. Before they cold escape, the tossed in an extra hunk of wood so they'd have something to eat besides each other, and capped it quickly.

"Uh. You think... uh. That's enough?"

Harrison had an easier time with the small pile of bugs in a jar than he did with...the other. He rubbed his jaw. "Hey, Jordan. Could you show us the spiral-things before we hit the road? Y'know. For corroboration."

Harrison crouched, squinting at the mark. He could hear skittering in the mattress, and focused on chewing gum.

"You got a good eye," he said, "Dunno if it means anything, though. Kids are always markin up stuff." The symbol wasn't complicated. He took out his phone, and snapped a picture, just in case.

He stood, and brushed the dirt off his knees.

"Sooner we're out of here the better. Think I would have preferred ghosts."

"It might be nothing, but better to have something irrelevant than to miss something important, right?" Jordan dropped the corner of the blanket and turned to give Jerry a faintly puzzled glance. "Harrison just got a picture with his phone. Did you find something else back there?"

Something was a little off, but he couldn't pin down what. Was he imagining things?