Fanny Swanson's face was twisted in a mask of pure hysteria. Her voice was shrill, her eyes wild and bloodshot, darting around the room as if seeing invisible demons. Seeing her react with such unhinged aggression, Frank Yates knew immediately that she had been deeply affected by the Malicious Energy permeating the house. Her rationality and emotional control had been completely eroded by the influence of the "unclean thing." She was no longer herself; she was a puppet of her own fear.
Leo Bailey frowned deeply, caught between the frantic behavior of his wife and the bizarre request of the doctor. He felt like his world was spinning out of control. This is the twenty-first century, he thought, frustration bubbling up. Science rules the world. We have landed on the moon; we have mapped the
