"Dr. Nortonson?" Darry asked shaking him. Soda didn't even move from the stairs. He was too frightened. He almost wanted to puke. This was all just becoming too much.

"Dr. Nortonson? What's going on?" Darry asked looking back at Pony, as if he was asking him what happened to the doctor. Suddenly the house rocked. It was like an earthquake, but it ended as soon as it started. It was enough to startle the two brothers though. The few shakes were enough to snap Dr. Nortonson out of his trance too.

"Doctor?" Darry asked, "Are you okay?" Soda was holding onto the stair railing expecting more shakes. Pony was still motionless on the couch.

"Oh God..." Dr. Nortonson mumbled looking around.

"What?" Darry asked, "It's okay, it was just a little rumble. It's done."

"I...just saw the most terrifying thing...I have to go..."

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Darry asked following the doctor to the door. He couldn't have been talking about the rumble. In seconds he was outside and Darry was practically chasing him for answers.

Soda gulped and turned to the couch. Pony had turned his head and was suddenly staring at him, making Soda jump. "What did you do to him?"

Pony just stared. Soda was so frustrated he walked over to the couch and shook his little brother uncontrollably. "What did you do! What is happening to you!"

Darry walked back in and grabbed Soda, "Soda stopit!" It was too late though. Pony lurched forward and vomited on the floor.

It wasn't until the evening when Soda left his room. He felt bad for making Ponyboy sick, but god damn he was getting frustrated at this situation. Steve walked in and joined Soda in the living room where Pony was passed out on the couch.

"You seemed stressed on the phone Soda," Steve said. He figured something happened again. Something new that will cost Steve a night's sleep again.

Soda nodded, "That doctor didn't do shit. He said he saw the most terrifying thing, but then took off."

"That's...odd," Steve commented, "But it doesn't surprise me."

Soda groaned, "I know. Did you feel the shake?"

"What shake?" Steve asked.

Soda shook his head. He put his face in his hands. Of course this probably only happened at their house. Or Soda was just going crazy. Yes, that was it. Soda was going insane. 'I'll die in a soft room.'

"Where's Darry?" Steve asked changing the subject.

"In his room trying to figure out our next move. Whatever that could mean"

Steve nodded, "Soda, I got to tell you something."

Soda looked over at his best friend, "What?"

"Okay, actually Two-Bit found this out, but is too scared to come over."

"What is it?" Soda asked urgently.

"Well...Two-Bit went to the library..."

Soda couldn't help but smirk, "So this is a joke?"

"No," Steve shook his head not helping but smile, "Believe it or not." Soda felt kind of bad for smirking, but Two-Bit going to the library was really rare. Any of the greasers going to the library was rare. A lot of strange things were happening though.

Soda rolled his eyes, "Go on."

"He was looking up stuff about Pony, and he came upon something interesting."

"What?" Soda asked becoming interested. If there was some kind of lead, even from Two-Bit, the Curtis brothers would leap on it.

Steve sighed, "Brace yourself. I didn't believe Two-Bit...at first."

Soda gave Steve a look.

"Okay just listen. Two-Bit read about some paranormal stuff. Like demon shit. It talked about how a demon or evil spirit can find a way to take over a human body and possess it."

Soda thought for a second and then got up, "Bullshit. You and Two-Bit can quit with your jokes about this."

"Soda stop!" Steve said getting up and following Soda to the kitchen, "This is not a joke! We actually care about the kid and are scared for him and you and Darry. The things that Pony has been doing or saying, is all in this book. Pony's body being freezing. Him not remembering acts that he commits. Being sick. It's all him! It's some ghostly shit!"

Soda just couldn't wrap his head around this idea. That was ridiculous. Ghosts and demons taking over Pony. Soda couldn't help but admit it seemed something else was making Pony do these things, but how could Steve be thinking as far as a demon?

"Right, so you're saying our house is haunted?" Soda asked.

"No," Steve shook his head, "Pony is."