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Jim and Linda Dickenson decorate their heritage home to draw people from across Regina to be spooked there on Halloween night. But they were the ones to get a serious scare at home one summer evening. A colourless, odourless, and tasteless poison was drifting up from their basement and lingering near their second-floor bedroom, one that, over time, could send them to hospital — or even worse. Jim’s phone rang, surprising them while they watched a loud action movie. They were up on the third floor of their home that warm, dark evening. Their security company was calling. A presence had been...