Day 5 began with a sense of cautious optimism in the air for Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley, and Eddie's son, Christopher Diaz. After a string of unsettling nights, they were determined to make this day feel as normal as possible. Buck had been taking everything in stride, trying to keep the atmosphere light, but Eddie remained on edge, his mind still racing with questions about the strange occurrences tied to Christopher's female doll and his imaginary friend Ken.

The morning was spent in the kitchen, preparing a healthy homemade breakfast. Buck squeezed fresh orange juice from real oranges while Eddie rummaged through the fridge, only to find that they were out of sausages, bacon, and eggs.

"We're gonna need to hit the store and restock," Eddie said, looking over his shoulder at Buck, who was diligently juicing the last orange.

"Yeah, no problem. But at least we've got juice," Buck replied with a smile, trying to keep things upbeat.

They sat down to a modest breakfast—just the orange juice and some toast. Christopher quietly sipped his juice but seemed distracted. His eyes wandered, his mind clearly elsewhere. Eventually, he put his glass down and sighed.

"Dad, Buck... I don't have enough toys to play with," Christopher said, frowning. "All I have is that female doll."

Eddie exchanged a glance with Buck, both of them recalling the strange events tied to that doll. "We'll get you more toys, buddy," Eddie assured him. "We'll make sure you've got plenty to keep you busy."

Buck, always quick with ideas, brightened up. "Actually, there might be some more toys in the garage. I remember seeing a box when we were unpacking. I'll go check."

With that, Buck stood up, leaving Eddie and Christopher to finish their juice. A few minutes later, he returned from the garage with a dusty box in his hands. "I found this," he announced, placing it on the floor near Christopher's room.

After breakfast, Buck and Eddie opened the box and dumped out all the toys inside. A mix of old action figures, toy cars, and building blocks scattered across the floor. Christopher's eyes lit up at the sight, excited to have more things to play with.

"Now you've got plenty to play with," Buck said with a grin.

Christopher quickly set to work, arranging the toys around his room. Eddie and Buck watched for a moment before letting him enjoy his new treasures on his own. They both felt relieved that the doll wasn't his only focus anymore, hoping the new toys would help distance him from whatever strange connection he had formed with it.


A couple of hours passed, and Christopher had rejoined Eddie and Buck in the living room after organizing his toys. Everything seemed fine—normal, even.

But then Christopher, curious to return to his toys, went back to his room. When he opened the door, his breath caught in his throat.

Every single toy in his room had been arranged in a perfect circle, and in the center of that circle sat the female doll, her blank porcelain eyes staring straight ahead.

"Dad! Buck!" Christopher's voice cracked with fear as he called out to them.

Eddie and Buck rushed to his room, their hearts pounding. When they saw the scene, both of them froze. The sight of all the toys—lined up neatly, almost ritualistically—surrounding the doll was beyond unsettling.

Buck knelt down beside the toys, his voice tight with disbelief. "I didn't put these here... Did you, Eddie?"

Eddie shook his head, his eyes locked on the doll in the center of the circle. "No, I didn't touch any of this."

Christopher stood in the doorway, clutching the edge of the doorframe, his wide eyes glued to the eerie setup. "It wasn't me," he whispered. "Ken did it."

At the mention of Ken, Eddie felt a chill run down his spine. Buck, trying to keep things calm, pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures of the scene. "We should document this," he said, his voice steady but tense. "We'll send it to Bobby."

Eddie nodded, but his mind was racing. Something was very wrong in this house.


They sent the pictures of the toys and the doll circled on the floor to Bobby Nash. A few minutes later, Bobby responded with a text that simply read: "We need to talk."

Buck and Eddie immediately dialed Bobby's number, waiting anxiously for him to pick up. When Bobby answered, his tone was serious.

"Tell me everything," Bobby said. "This isn't normal. What's been happening?"

Eddie recounted the events of the past few days—the cold spots, the whispers, Christopher's imaginary friend Ken, and now the toys being arranged around the doll. Bobby listened carefully, his silence only adding to Eddie's growing sense of dread.

"That doll," Bobby said finally. "You need to get rid of it."

Eddie had feared Bobby would say that. "But what about Christopher? He's really attached to it."

Bobby's voice was firm. "Eddie, this isn't a normal doll. There's something tied to it—something that's affecting Christopher. You can't take any chances. You need to get it out of the house."

Buck, listening to the conversation, chimed in. "Maybe we could... put it away somewhere? Out of sight, out of mind?"

"Or burn it," Bobby suggested darkly. "But whatever you do, don't let Christopher play with it anymore."

Eddie swallowed hard, glancing at his son, who was still standing by the door, watching the conversation with wide eyes. He didn't want to scare Christopher, but Bobby was right. They couldn't keep ignoring the signs.


After the call with Bobby, Eddie and Buck made a decision. They carefully gathered all of Christopher's toys and placed them back in the box, trying to maintain an air of normalcy. The female doll was set back on Christopher's bed, but both Eddie and Buck knew it wouldn't be staying there for long.

Eddie knelt down beside his son. "Christopher, listen to me," he said gently. "We put your toys away for now. You can play with them again later, but next time, make sure you put them back in the box, okay?"

Christopher nodded, though he seemed distracted. His eyes kept drifting toward the doll. "What about Ken?" he asked softly.

Eddie's heart sank. "Ken isn't real, buddy. He's just in your imagination."

Christopher looked up at his dad, his expression unreadable. "Ken says he doesn't like the doll being put away."

Eddie's stomach churned, but he forced a smile. "Well, Ken will have to get used to it. It's time for you to play with other toys."

Christopher didn't argue, but as he left the room, Eddie could feel the weight of his son's lingering attachment to the doll—and to Ken.


That night, Eddie and Buck sat together in the living room, the house eerily quiet. Buck kept glancing at the hallway where Christopher's room was, as if expecting something—anything—to happen.

"We can't keep doing this," Buck said, his voice low. "We have to do something about that doll. Bobby's right."

Eddie nodded, his jaw clenched. "We'll get rid of it. First thing tomorrow."

But as the silence settled over the house again, both of them knew that the doll—and whatever it was tied to—wasn't going to leave without a fight.

And neither was Ken.