7 p.m.

"What the hell? Are you serious?" exclaimed Paula.

"I wish I could say no," said Shane. Everyone had gathered in his living room. They all considered themselves lucky not to have received a cursed e-mail by now.

"We're gonna have to take this one step at a time," said Rachael. "We can't rush it."

"Wow... maybe you are like Kylie," observed Tyler.

"Thank you," said Rachael. She needed a confidence boost like that in a situation like this. "So, what's the first step?"

"I'll take care of that," replied Shane. He took out five candlesticks and holders from a storage drawer underneath the living room TV. Then, he set them up in a circle.

"You might want to look away for this next part," the director told everyone. Shane soon got a kitchen knife and slit his left hand wide open. Working through the pain, he used his blood to draw a pentagram, with the candles acting as the points. "Now, we wait until someone receives an e-mail."

"You all don't have to worry," Rachael spoke up. "Shane, can I get on to your computer?"

Everyone, including her younger brother, was shocked at this statement. She really did want to make Kylie Berry proud.

After logging on, Rachael waited for something to pop up.

"Show yourself, fuckhead!" she suddenly screamed. Almost on cue, a new message appeared: HERE I AM. Rachael clicked the link and found a sprite of herself in the room where Jessica and Brad encountered Libricus.