Doug hated his life, hated everything about it. His children, his wife, his parents, his siblings, his job, his coworkers, his boss, his commute and especially his neighbors. They just were the last straw. The rest of it he had no choice in, or felt like he had no choice, but the neighbors just grated on him. So he determined to destroy them, get rid of them. He was tired of seeing them prosper and get more and more delightful things in their yard. He was tired of their happy children succeeding and having lots of friends. So he went to his sister, who was a black witch who knew all about he dark arts. He asked her to curse them in exchange for a hefty sum of money - and a promise to get her a baby. He didn’t know where he’d get the baby, but he promised. So she cast the spell, the curse, and within a few weeks the neighbor lost his job and there seemed to be some chaos coming from the house. They could hear the neighbors yelling a lot at each other, and at the kids. Then one day, the neighbor snapped and started shooting his wife and kids, Doug saw the kids screaming, running out of the house. He almost felt guilty, but then he realized he wouldn’t have to think about them anymore. It turned out that both the neighbor and his wife died that day, the father killed himself after shooting his wife and two kids, but there was one child left, a young child of two. Doug didn’t know if that was young enough for his sister, but he offered to shelter the child and then gave it to her. It didn’t occur to him what kind of trouble that would get him in, he was reeling from the whole series of events unfolding, but his sister was quite powerful and sent a powerful confusion wave through the area so that no one really bothered Doug about where the child was. Problem was, he still didn’t like his life.