There's a spirit in your home, chill and malevolent. You can feel it approach: darkness, cold. It would paralyze you if it could. Yet you respond with anger instead of the paralysis of fear. You stand, advancing toward it, your heart hard as cold stone. "Show yourself!" It does not, and you are more angry. Although you don't believe, you summon the ancient magical words of power: "In the name of Jesus Christ son of God I command you to show yourself." It does: you can sense its bewilderment. "You are to be gone from my home never to return."