The Spawn slipped into my home and into my chimney uninvited in Summer 2011. My daughter reported "a weird thing" that she saw near our fireplace, but I shrugged it off and ignored her. That was a big mistake. Over the next few days my daughter, Elle, forced me to take a quick look up our chimney. I reluctantly grabbed a flashlight and looked up my chimney. I saw it. It looked down at me, its large silver eyes turned hard and cold, and hissed. The next day my brother Daniel helped me set up cameras around my house to film our experience. It would observe our furniture, smell it, taste it, feel it.