Letting out a blood-curling scream, Kelly backs up into the coffee table and knocks it over. The boy's glass of watered down soda spills across the floor and she nearly slips on it as she quickly staggers out of the living room. Her immediate thought is to bolt for the front door and get the hell out. Turning to the entryway, she stops when she thinks about Paisley, Mr. Edward's older child. She can't just leave her...

Taking a deep breath, she runs the opposite direction down the hallway toward Paisley's room, swinging the bedroom door open so fast it nearly rips from its hinges. The pink cutout of the letter 'P' falls from the door, Kelly crushing it underneath a heavy step as she barges into the small room.

"Paisley!" She hollers, slightly leaning onto the bed to grab the girl's shoulders—frigid even through her heavy knit sweater. The room is too dark to get a clear view of her and, even after rolling her to her back, it's hard to tell whether or not she is awake. Kelly's finger brushes against her neck, the rough texture of Paisley's freezing skin is enough to send her hair rising. "Paisley, wake up!"

Rotating with its normal spin, the nightlight flashes against the mirror and lights up the room for a brief moment—revealing Paisley's body in the same condition as her brother's underneath the illuminating array of stars. Except that, in her case, her eyelids are shut and a flap of skin around her lower neck breaks apart from Kelly moving the corpse. The thread loosens more, the torn skin resembling that of mangled leather upholstery. Her long, brown hair falls from her seemingly uneven scalp, landing on the pillow alongside several other loose brunette locks.

Screaming, Kelly stares down at the girl—or what was once a girl—unbelieving and, caught up in this moment of pure dismay, can't find it in her to look away. She can see slightly through the ripped flesh, looking at nothing but chalk white. But it's not bone.

The room grows dark again as she nightlight continues to spin. Kelly jumps up from the bed, tumbling to the floor with a thud as she crawls backwards until she feels her back slam heavily against the wall. She looks up to see she is next to the bedroom door and grabs onto the handle, using it to help lift her to her feet. From there, she clings onto the doorframe and pulls herself back into the hallway.

Wailing, she wipes at the tears flooding down her cheeks as she hurriedly stumbles down the short hallway toward the front of the house. She leans against the wall, knocking down a framed photograph of the family on vacation at a beach, and carries on until she reaches the dining room.

She snatches her phone from the table, struggling to control her trembling fingers as she taps quickly at the screen and dials 911. A dispatcher answers after the second ring.

"911. What is your emergency?"

"He—" She can't finish the word, let alone her sentence, between the uncontrollable sobbing. She turns to hastily walk toward the entryway, just as she hears the deadbolt pop loudly from the front door.

Kelly drops her phone to her side, her bottom lip trembling as she watches the door handle twist. It pushes open and Mr. Edwards nonchalantly steps inside, glancing at her as he breathes heavily into his cupped hands and vigorously rubs them together.

"Brr. We had to come back early—it's freezing out there!" Shane takes off his coat, hanging it on the coat rack. He looks over at Kelly, not noticing the tears pouring down her cheeks and dripping from her chin. A smile stretches across his face. "Did you have fun?!"

"Ma'am, are you still there?" The dispatcher asks, hearing noise in the background on the phone's receiver. It's obvious by her unsettled tone that she can tell something is not right. "Ma'am, if you ca—"

Fear overcoming her, Kelly's body locks up and she feels her nerves quickly grow numb. Her cell phone slips from her loosening grip, and the screen shatters the second it tumbles to the hardwood floor below.