In Marvel, the System Works for Me
"No... absolutely not," Melinda said, shaking her head. "You can laugh at me, but I'm easily frightened. If anything like that had happened, I'd remember it."
"Normally, your family would be the first people you'd turn to. But your husband hasn't come up much in your account."
"My husband's starting a business. It hasn't been going well, and he's under a lot of strain. He's a staunch atheist. He thinks I'm hallucinating because I can't adjust to the new environment, and he told me to see a psychologist." Melinda went on, "The strange thing is, whenever he's home, everything's normal."
Melinda gave a bitter smile. "Sometimes I wonder if I really have gone mad."
Geralt shook his head.
"No, Mrs. Benjamin. I can assure you, as a professional, that you haven't gone mad. Something that science can't yet explain is happening in your home. That's my first assessment."
"From your description, I can tell how cunning it is—or they are. But those tricks also show that it isn't strong enough to hurt you or your family directly. Everything it's done so far has been meant to wear down your resolve, break you, and drive you to despair. Then it can slip in."
"Is that true?"
"It is." Geralt gave Melinda an encouraging look. "Mrs. Benjamin, as long as your will is strong enough, it's the weak one."
Hope gradually rose in Melinda's heart. "What exactly is it?"
"We usually call such things Weird Monsters or Malevolent Entities. As for what kind this one is, I can't responsibly judge from a brief description alone."
"Have you called the police?" Geralt asked.
Melinda nodded, then gave a bitter smile. "I was lucky they didn't treat me like a madwoman."
Ordinary police officers wouldn't be any