It was difficult to be sure. We couldn't go very far except specifically to the girl's room. The hallway turned endless and kicked us right back to where we started when we turned around, and the kitchen and living rooms were dangerous. The only place we could find that was safe was within her room. [She pauses, looks down, brow furrowed in concentration.] ... The painting of the deer was behind the wall. It was so distracting it kept me from doing anything... else. [Like stupidly wandering into the kitchen like she probably would have otherwise.] Because the spiritual presence. But we had to peel off many layers of wallpaper to take it out. The crib was only half-painted, and in fact, still had the paint used to paint it next to it. There was a bed, a bookshelf full of books that I hear are strange because there are no glitches in them, a dollhouse... many dolls, but... none of them had clothes. I remember thinking that was quite strange. And... there was the dresser. There was blood on it - on the corner, where it was chipped, like someone's... head, perhaps, was slammed into it, and scratches all down the side. Furthermore, there was a feeling of... violence in the air, so even though the room was a safe spot, you could tell something had happened there, as well.