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anything.   The kids haven't, either."
    Donovan signaled for Troy to stop the camera.   Alex looked at his messy notes on the phone.   The details were scarce, but the cold attacking Alex told him the Felders were experiencing something for sure.
    "Uh, Jason," Alex said, rising to his feet.   Everyone looked in his direction.   "Do you mind if I ask some questions, too?"
    He intended the question for both Jason and Donovan.   Jason nodded, whereas Donovan's expression hinted at the exact opposite of his words.
    "Of course," Donovan said.   "No problem at all."
    "How long have you owned the house?"
    "I grew up here," Jason said.   "My parents sold it to me when they moved out of state.   So, I've been here most of my life."
    Alex didn't expect that.   A most unusual answer, and one that raised more questions.
    "And the activity you've been experiencing these past three months, there was nothing before that?   In all your years here?"
    "No, never."
    Alex took notes, as well as Donovan.   For a moment, it felt like they were working together.
    "Any recent home renovations?" Alex asked.   "Any major demolition or construction?"
    "Well…."   Jason struggled to think.   "We put in a new shower upstairs."
    Alex wrote it down, but doubted a new shower would stir up a long-dormant spirit.
    "Has your family visited any place odd lately?   A haunted prison?   An old graveyard?   Strange question, I know."
    "No.   Not at all.   We haven't taken a vacation together in a couple of years."
    Alex felt like he was grasping at straws.   Something wasn't adding up.
    "Anyone ever murdered here?" he asked.   The question came out more callous than he meant.   "Or any other slow, painful death?"
    "No!" Jason said.   "Until recently, this was just a normal, simple house."
    The dining room was quiet as the awkward silence stretched, but Alex wasn't paying attention.   He continued to stare at his notes.
    Normal, simple houses didn't typically just develop supernatural problems.
    In the end, he supposed that didn't matter.   He wasn't hired to unearth the history of the Felder home.   He was hired to chase away the bad spooks.   It was similar to the amazing piece of technology he held in his hand.   Sometimes, his phone had problems.   He didn't know where they'd come from, or even what exactly the problem was.   But Cindy would take the phone and pull out the battery, rebooting it.
    As odd of a case as the Felder house was turning out to be, maybe the home just needed a reboot.
    There were footsteps and muffled voices behind him, coming down the stairs.
    "—lovely family."
    "Thank you very much.   This whole thing has been hard on them, but they're troopers.   I'm so proud of them."
    Donna and Amy glared at Alex, but thankfully said nothing.   Donovan approached Amy and put a hand on her shoulder.
    "Anything?"
    She shook her head.   "Nothing for certain.   Just a brief flash here and there."
    "Okay."   He patted her shoulder, and Alex could see they were close.   Donovan turned to address Jason and Donna.   "If you don't mind, we'd like to prep the house.   Cameras and microphones in every room.   We'll take EMF readings, room temperature, all standard stuff.   All we need is some proof that something is here, and then we can—"
    "Whoa," Amy said.
    Everyone in the dining room went quiet.   Amy peered into the kitchen doorway.   Donna was checking the lasagna in the oven, and noticed Amy's gaze.   She quickly joined her husband in the dining room, taking his hand in hers.   Troy backed up near Alex in the living room, pointing his camera ahead.
    "What's wrong?" Donna asked.   "Do you see something?"
    Donovan placed a hand on Amy's back as she took the lead.
    "Amy?   Talk to me."
    "It's like a black fog," she said.   "Donna was standing right by it.   You guys don't see it?"
    "We don't see anything."
    Alex peered around Jason's shoulder to get a peek into the kitchen.   Amy had dropped to one knee,