"Randy," Kira said, looking up from her book. "Not to be rude, but why the hell are you putting a camera in my bedroom?"

Randy laughed at her.

"Dennis asked me to. There's been some weird stuff going on here apparently." He laughed, waving his arms in the air to poke fun of Dennis.

"Hey, did you feel that earthquake last night?" Kira asked, him, putting her book down and moving closer to him.

"Dennis mentioned the same thing, I must have slept right through it." He sighed. "I mean, the house looks okay, nothing looks broken."

"It's just weird, is all. Nothing about it on the TV, you didn't feel it...it's like it only happened to us, to our house." Kira shuddered, and Randy moved to put an arm around her.

"Hey, it's not a big deal. Maybe it did only happen to your house, like some weird shift of the plates or something? Hell, I don't know. But don't worry about it."

"Ever since Kristi got that stupid imaginary friend Toby, everything around here's just been...weird."

"Did you ever think she's the one doing it? And Toby is just her excuse for causing trouble?"

"Not with everything that's been going on around here...I'm serious, Randy, it's stuff that she can't do. I'll be watching both of them, and..."

"And what?"

"You can't tell anyone about this, any of it, okay? Nobody knows, they'd all think I was crazy if they did." He squeezed her.

"This wouldn't be the first secret I've kept for you, Kira." He kissed her cheek. "Now tell me what happened."

"After you had gone into the garage yesterday, Katie told Kristi she wanted to play in the living room, not in the cupboard. I don't know what her obsession is with that cupboard, but they're always in it. Kristi said 'it won't work down here, it has to be in the cupboard.' I asked what she meant, and Kristi got really quiet. Katie turned to me, and said that the dolls were moving, like by themselves. That Kristi was doing something to make them move. Of course I didn't believe them-they're just kids, and I let it go. I told them to play down here, because I had to do the dishes anyway, and...I swear I was holding the plate in my hand, I had a tight grip on it too. I turned away to watch the girls for one second, still drying the plate, and the next I was drying air. You're going to think I'm crazy, but the plate was hovering above my hands. I gasped, and the girls looked over at me. The next thing I knew, there were plates, cups, forks, knives, being hurled at the two of them." I held up a hand which had four little scabs on it. "At me, too."

Randy took the hand with the fork holes on it, wrapping his own calloused hand around it and pulling it into his lap.

"Kristi stood up, even when I told her to get down. She yelled 'stop!' and it stopped. I blinked, and everything was back in the sink, right where I had left it. The only thing left to prove it even happened were the marks on Katie and I, Kristi was untouched. Jesus, Randy, you must think I'm crazy."

"I don't." He smiled at her. "Look, Kira, I believe in ghosts and everything, okay? Maybe some ghost, some presence or whatever has latched itself on to Kristi, and it's doing whatever she says. She was angry at you, maybe she made that stuff happen and when she realized what was going on, how it was actually hurting you all, not just scaring you, she made it stop."

"That's not all, there's something about the cupboard, Randy, the little one in their bedroom. It used to be a storage closet, but the girls took out all the toys and junk in there, and moved it somewhere else. Kristi says that's where Toby lives."

"Well then, let's go check it out." Randy smiled at her bravely, taking her hand and pulling her off the bed.

"I don't think it's a good idea."

"Hey, don't be so scared Kira, I'm right here." He squeezed her hand, leading her up the steps. "Besides, I have to set up the cameras in their room anyways."

Up in the loft, everything looked normal. There was no tombstone or Ouija board hanging about, no sign that Kristi was possibly connected to the world of the dead.

Katie was in the living room, watching TV, and Kristi was seated directly in front of the cupboard.

"What are you doing?" She walked right up to Randy. Kristi's voice was childish, but cold. There was no sign of the happy reunion that had occurred only days before.

"Your dad asked me to set up cameras all over the house. Can I put one right here?"

"Toby won't like it."

Kira bit her lip, giving Randy a look. She didn't want him to get hurt, didn't want him to think her little sister was some sort of a monster.

"Why wouldn't he like it?" Randy asked.

"He doesn't want people to see him. If he wanted people to see him, you would see him right now."

"Where is he, Kristi?" Kira asked, her eyes wide.

"He's in his bedroom, in the cupboard."

"Can we go see him?" Randy said, his voice laced with innocence.

"You can't. Kira can."