DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN PARANORMAL ACTIVITY 3. I ONLY OWN REBEKAH, KISARA, AND CALUB.

CHAPTER ONE: INTRODUCTIONS AND TOBY

I sighed as I stepped out of my car. I glanced at the advertisement again and then looked back at the house. On the outside, the house seemed normal. The family had posted a wanted ad for a full-time live-in Nanny for their two daughters. Being a Nanny would include all house chores and a very nice paycheck. I'd jumped on it, calling them right away. I came from a very poor household, living with my two married best friends. Becky was pregnant and they'd been wondering how they were going to pay the bills. I'd told them I'd send them as much money as possible to help out.

However, all this was before I set foot on this property. The house may look normal, but I was getting the all-too familliar sensation of my skin crawling. Something wasn't right.

I swallowed my fears and nervousness and knocked on the door. Soon, a woman opened the door.

"Julie?" I asked. She nodded with a warm smile.

"You must be Kisara," she greeted. I nodded. "Please, come in. I want you to meet the family."

I nodded and slowly followed her inside. The family was all sitting at the kitchen table. Two young girls looked at me, both of them apprehensive, but welcoming. The man I saw was nervous, though he tried poorly to hide it. I smiled warmly at all of them, ignoring the skin-crawling sensation I was getting on my backside.

"Hi," I greeted. "I came to answer your ad."

Both adults nodded.

"You understand fully your responsibilities?" Julie asked. I nodded warmly. "Wonderful! These are my girls, Kristi and Katie. This is my boyfriend, Dennis. Sitting over there is our friend, Randy."

"I'm Kisara," I told them. Then the adults smiled at one another.

"You'll start tonight," Julie said. "We adults are going out for the night. We'll be back around one. Kristi, Katie, please show Kisara her room."

Then the adults left. I frowned, but shrugged it off, turning to the two girls with a smile.

"May I see my room?" I asked them. They nodded eagerly and led me down the hall, up the stairs, and to a room on the first landing. It was a larger room than I was used to.

"We sleep upstairs," Katie told me. Kristi had disappeared. I nodded to her.

"Have you eaten supper?" I asked her. She shook her head. I smiled again. "Let me get my things in here and I'll make us something to eat. Anything in specific you'd like?"

"Mac'n'cheese!" she said. I smiled and nodded. With a smile of her own, she skipped upstairs. I heard the girls begin playing. I then went out to my car and grabbed the rest of my things, all four duffles. My room had been furnished with a vanity, a jewelry box, and a very large dresser. The closet was huge, too. I smiled and set my bags down, choosing to unpack later. I then went upstairs to check on the girls. They were playing with their barbies so I went to the kitchen and began to cook. Mac and cheese was the easiest dish in the world to make so I also made hotdogs and put california blend vegetables in the pasta. I needed to make sure it was healthy all around.

"Katie!" I called up the stairs. "Kristi! Supper's done!"

"Okay!" they both called. I set the table and they soon joined me. I smiled at them both as we served up our food and ate together.

"Where are you from?" asked Kristi. I smiled.

"I'm from Corpus Christi, Texas," I answered her. She nodded, taking another bite.

"Why'd you become our nanny?" Katie asked.

"I wanted a job and I've found no greater pleasure in life than caring for the young," I answered. "I just love being around kids."

"They didn't tell you about Toby," Kristi said suddenly. I frowned in confusion.

"Who's Toby?" I asked her. Katie rolled her eyes. Kristi frowned, looking deeply upset.

"He's my friend," I answered. "He's standing behind you."

I turned and looked, but saw nothing. I then noted that the skin-crawling sensation was on my backside still. Taking that into account, I turned back to Kristi.

"Why can't I see him?" I asked her. Katie snorted.

"Because he isn't real," Katie said.

"Is too!" Kristi argued, offended. I saw where this was going and intervened.

"Katie, simply because we cannot see, hear, or feel what Kristi can, doesn't make it any less real to her," I told her. "If Kristi feels that Toby is real, then who are we to doubt her?"

Katie frowned at me, but sighed and went back to her food. Then I looked at Kristi.

"Why can't we see him?" I asked her again. She seemed to be listening to something we couldn't hear.

"Because he doesn't want you to," she answered. I took that into account. I felt my heart sinking more with every minute.

"Can you tell me about him?" I asked her. She immediately looked upset.

"I can't," she answered. "If I say anything, I won't be safe."

I frowned.

"Safe from what?" I asked her, then saw her expression. "If you can't tell me, I understand."

She immediately nodded.

"Will he at least let you tell me what he looks like?" I asked. She listened for a moment, then nodded. "Will it bother him if I get my art supplies?"

She listened again, then tensed.

"It's okay as long as no one else sees what you will," she answered. I nodded and got my sketchpad and my mechanical pencils. Then I sat back down at the table and looked at Kristi.

"Okay," I told her. She nodded and began to describe. When she was done, I looked at what I'd drawn, a shiver going down my spine. There was no way Toby was human.

Looking back at me was a wolf-creature, humanoid in shape, but undeniably wolf. The claws were sharp, deadly. There was a wicked gleam in his eyes, a promise of dark days to come. He was lithe, muscular... dangerous... and strangely arousing...

Giving my head a sharp shake, I set the drawing down on the table in front of Kristi.

"This look like him?" I asked her. Kristi nodded while Katie went pale. I nodded, memorizing the image, then tore it out and walked into the livingroom. I crumpled it up and threw it into the fire.

"What are you doing?" demanded Katie, horrified. I looked at her and Kristi calmly.

"I'm keeping my word," I answered her. "We agreed with Toby that none outside of us three would see what Kristi was permitted to reveal to us."

Kristi's gaze went to mine.

"He doesn't understand you," she said. "He wants to know why you aren't afraid."

I gave her a soft smile.

"Takes a great deal more than a picture of something I can't see to frighten me," I answered. "If he truly wished to frighten me, he would have already done it."

Kristi nodded, telling me he accepted my answer.