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The desert doesn’t just hold heat — it holds silence. And sometimes, it holds something else entirely. When a struggling family escaped Los Angeles for the empty stretches of the Mojave, they thought they were leaving their troubles behind. But on two acres of dust and wind, isolation wasn’t their only company. What arrived with the night wasn’t hunger or loneliness — it was something ancient, something uninvited, and something that came when prayers turned to screams. During an all-night vigil meant to “bless the home,” an old woman in black stepped across their threshold — veiled, drooling, chewing the fabric between her teeth. The air changed. The children woke at 3 a.m. to laughter that wasn’t human and footsteps that ran faster than any mortal could move. Curtains lifted by unseen hands. Voices vanished. And when dawn came, not even their father heard their cries. Years later, the nightmares continue. Sleep paralysis. Visitations. The feeling that whatever entered their home that night never left. Was