Tori sank down on the couch, rubbing her arms. The cushions were still warm from Brandi's body. Her voice sounded small now, as if she had depleted massive reserves of strength. Losing the rope to the well meant that all hope was gone.<br/><br/>"Jake, what do we do now? We can't let them just disappear. Don't we need to find them?" she asked, looking at him with big eyes.<br/><br/>"They are tough," Jacob replied as he watched the computer monitor, which was working again. He laughed but it was a dismal bark, "We know they are in the house."Greg was trying the front door but it was just as locked as the backdoor.<br/><br/>"Can we stay in a different room?" Tori asked. "Away from..." she bobbed her head toward the statue. "Like maybe a dining room where we can all sit?"<br/><br/>Shanna plopped down on the sofa next to Tori. "We have done a lot of investigating and usually only come away with some EVPs and some banging. I have never seen anything like this" She picked nervously at a hangnail. But hauntings can't hurt you. Sometimes I just forget that. Most people don't know that which is why Greg and I like to do our movies here. The fear factor really increases people's interest."<br/><br/>Jacob was silently gesturing so Tori went to stand behind him at the monitor. The white lady was pacing the floor in the upstairs bedroom where her picture hung. She would go to the window to look out and then drop the curtain back in place. Tori could see the curtain moving.<br/><br/>"That takes a lot of energy," Tori commented, peering closer, "to move the curtain I mean."<br/><br/>Footsteps sounded from the floor above them.<br/><br/>"Fish, Brandi," Greg shouted, going to the foot of the staircase, "What the fuck? Get down here you fuktards."<br/><br/>"Shhhhh," Shanna told him, holding her finger to her lips.<br/><br/>"I want them to cut the fucking bullshit," Greg replied, annoyed and looking back and forth between Shanna and the stairs.<br/><br/>Giggles and gleeful shouts could be faintly heard and then running footsteps. Greg placed his foot on the riser when Jacob asked him to view the monitor. He reluctantly joined him. There was nothing, no one showing up on the monitor, only silent rooms without even a heat signature from a rat.<br/><br/>"Fish!" Greg shouted. "He won't answer if we don't call him."<br/><br/>"Shhhh, Greg, what if he doesn't answer and something else does?"