" We sat in the living room watching television trying to ignore the heavy footsteps that were pacing back and forth in the upstairs hallway above us. My young son pressed closer to my wife who was sitting on the couch next to me. A worried look crept across her usually serene face as she tried to focus on the game show we were watching. Since last Saturday, when we entertained a group of friends from our church, the old house seemed to come alive. Pots and pans would arbitrarily fly across the kitchen in the middle of the night. A vase of flowers crashed onto the floor from the coffee table in front of us. Then the pacing started, back and forth all night long."
