All that could be heard were a few crickets. Bette watched as an ant dragged off what had once been one of the noisy critters.  “Strong bugger.” She whispered, moving her toe to let the ant pass. 

Helena glanced to the side, something suddenly catching her eye. “What the fuck?” Long fingers moved what looked to be a sculpture of sorts—a stick figure with a watch attached.  The face of the watch was punctured by a single tree branch, jutting from the figure’s head.

They waited…and waited…

“We should go in now.” Bette said worridly. “Why can’t we hear them?”

“Because they’re trying to catch whoever is in there unawares.” Shane muttered beside them.

“Exactly.” Jenny hissed. She hissed rather loudly and had to be shushed by the others.  Just then though, she looked up at the attic of the white washed farmhouse. “Is someone up there?”

The light played off the windows and she shook her head, deciding that it had been her imagination. For a moment, she thought that she saw an old man, staring down at her.

A jar at the foot of the well caught Peggy’s attention.  Without saying a word to the others, she leaned down and looked closely at it.

“Why would somebody put dentures into a sealed jar and just leave them lying about?” Her question was absurd, and she knew it, just as she also knew that they were not dentures nor even just a set of teeth.  An entire human mandible had been stuffed haphazardly into the jar.

“We should really be leaving now darlings.” Peggy said weakly.  Kit caught her as she staggered a bit, a combination of heat and shock catching up with her.

Then everything happened at once. 

The whirr of a chainsaw started, somewhere deep in the house, and Lara came running out at full speed, her gun left behind, her face covered in blood. She shouted something, but no one could hear her over the sound of the chainsaw, as a massive figure came leaping out after her.

Before he could lower the chainsaw, Bette had drawn her guns and shot him several times in the stomach. His scream sounded like pigs squealing.  The chainsaw fell from his hands and cut into his leg, until the limb lay twitching on the porch.