Well, after watching the tape, I just crawled to the bed and passed out. I don't think I had ever been this tired in my life. I was dizzy, and just emotionally wiped out. After I got up, Pistachio ran out of the larger bedroom yelling, 'The bed is gone! The bed is gone!" I asked him what had happened and he said he got up and Coco's bed, the one she usually slept in and where he found the urn under, was just gone. I couldn't believe that they were able to just move a bed like that with noone in the house noticing, but they must have drugged everybody or something, gas maybe, and come in and done it. Cause he's right. The bed is gone. So is one of our dining room chairs. These people aren't just bastards. They are SICK bastards. Once I find out what is going on here, there will be hell to pay, Journal!