Steve and Marie Baldwin watched from the darkened doorway of their baby’s nursery as little Lisa’s stuffed animals sailed around her crib, dancing and pirouetting joyously as they sang to her in high, sweet voices.
“Now what do we do,” Steve asked with defeat leaking from his voice, “we’ve tried everything.”
Marie pushed a stray strand of brown hair away from her eyes as she said, “Not everything.” She tugged Steve’s flannel sleeve and said, “Do you remember my first husband, Charlie Allen?”
Steve nodded and said, “The ghost-hunter? Will he help us?”
“He’d better,” she said grimly, “He’d better.”