"My family," Jimmy looked up at her, "Since he's here, we have to be here, too."
Kree's heart missed a beat, "Where is your dad?"
Jimmy looked at her, "Missing right now."
"Well, it is a big place," Kree looked around, "But maybe we can go while he is missing."
The boy shook his head vigorously, "It doesn't work that way."
"What do you mean?" Kree was confused.
Jimmy stopped and looked at her, "Have you ever heard about black magic?"
"I'm getting out of here." Kree started running towards the door, and Jimmy followed her. The door was locked.
"You can't get out. You were chosen." the boy said sadly.
"Chosen for what? Some kind of freak fest?" Kree raised her voice as she looked for another escape.
"No one has been here for over ninety years." Jimmy looked at her, expecting some response.
"You've been here for ninety years?" the boy nodded his head slowly, "So...that means you're...dead?!" the last word came out as a squeal.
Jimmy widened his eyes, "Don't freak out!"
"You're...a...ghost." Kree's breaths were coming in short gasps.
"That is correct." Jimmy flinched as if he didn't like the word, "ghost."
"I...I really...um...can't help you. I'm sorry." Kree said as she ran into another room, still looking for another exit.