Stine put a hand on Shelly's shoulder. He pushed up his glasses yet again.

"I am not saying that you are going insane," he stated. "I am just trying to put the pieces together." He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him for comfort. "It...it seems weird. You say that the objects are there..."

"I saw them with my own eyes," Shelly cut in. "And there were only two pieces of clothing."

Stine sighed. "My point is that it does not make any sense. You see them. The rest of us do not."

"Well...if it happens again...I will be sure to grab it."

He ran a hand through his hair. "I hope that there will not be a next time..." He got to his feet. "...because I am sending you to therapy."

Shelly gasped. She could not believe what she just heard.

"You are sending me to where?!"

"You will be attending therapy. I will call the therapist right now and set up an appointment tomorrow. Slappy or I will take you to therapy. It is at the hospital."

"What?!" She was outraged. "Does Slappy not have a say in this?"

He shook his head. "No. It is for the best."