"It progressively grew worse," the mother cut in, "He started hitting us. If his day ended terribly, he would blame us. His anger issues soon led him to lose his job. He blamed me the most."

"Don't forget about the drinking, mamma." the little girl tugged on her mother's dress.

"Of course, Sarah," the woman smiled lovingly at her daughter, and then frowned, "He drank...a lot."

Kree didn't know how an abusive drunk was now an evil mist floating about an insane asylum, "Okay..."

The baby started crying again, and the woman rocked it back and forth, "Sh...Molly."

Jimmy sighed in exasperation, "Don't you get it?! This man was a loving father and husband, and then all of a sudden, he changed. He turned into what we just described. This spirit...he took him over."

Kree gulped, "Well, it was nice knowing you. See you in the afterlife." she walked away.

Jimmy walked in front of her, "You're locked in, remember? You're in this with us, whether you like it or not." there was triumph in his voice, but the sadness was still in his eyes.

Kree sighed, "I can't do this. I can't be be some kind of hero."

"You have no choice," Jimmy said quietly, "He wants a challenge. Obviously, you are strong enough for that challenge."

"Why? Because I'm alive?"

"Not only that. You are  related to us. You are stronger than you realize."

Kree looked around the dim building, and she looked at her family. Her heart sank. She didn't want to die, but she wouldn't have that choice, unless she fought.