It was like a wind blowing through the house, but not one made of air. It was more a tornado of negativity that twisted and tumbled through each room, ripping apart whatever peace the occupants had managed to salvage in between storms of it. A teen-aged daughter, sleeping, feels shadows holding her down as she fights it, but cannot move. In her brother’s room, a terrible odor that causes a complete room clean-up, disrupting a day’s normal activities. Nothing unusual was found that would produce a bad smell. Anyone sleeping in the room might hear words spoken close. It seemed to target arguments the mother and father would have; after the dust of a fight had settled, something would happen to set them off again, such as the mother’s laptop being broken while it was closed. Also, small fires developing around outlets, the washer overflowing, causing carpet removal, and on and on. They had no way of fighting it; whatever it was, it was a force of nature. If not of nature, then what where (_ did_) it come from?