“I didn’t see devils with yellow eyes and red horns prancing, or cheesy monsters or some Hollywood version of evil in the woods that day—I told you—you feel it. You feel them, because they’re everywhere, and nowhere at all. Never there, but always with us.” “Who, exactly?” I asked. “Demons.” “Demons,” I said, tossing the word back at her. “You experience evil but…you can’t describe it. Describe wind,” she said defiantly. “Tell me what it looks like.” “I understand.” “You understand nothing.” An odd smile grew along her face. “But you will.”