Like a scene from Amityville Horror

So I was changing yesterday and noticed this big ass horse fly in my room. I close my bedroom door to make sure it doesn't get away and get my fly swatter. After ten minutes of chasing and swatting the damn thing, I finally kill it. Or so I thought...

I had taken a huge chunk out of the thing. I went to the bathroom to get a tissue to pick it up. When I came back, it was climbing up my closet door. CLIMBING UP MY DOOR. The thing wouldn't die. I smashed the hell out of the fly and flushed it down the toilet. Extra paper, extra flushes just to make sure.

So fast forward to today. I come home and start changing when I noticed it. There were THREE of those exact same flies in my room. All of them on the windows. FREAKY... Freaky enough to seriously freak me out. Was it a sign? Is my place on some Indian burial ground? What the hell? What are the chances that the day after I kill one of those freaking big ass flies, three more would appear?

I swear if I come home tomorrow and there are six of those damn flies in my room, I'm moving in a heartbeat before I go crazy and kill everyone in my four-plex.