Jimmy went up and tried to go through the trapdoor, "It's not working." he called down to her.
"Try harder!" Kree said as sweat was forming on her brow. She looked around. The light had considerably dimmed, and in the darkened room, she could see...two bright eyes!
Kree screamed and backed up, hitting her head on the wall. She felt something warm and sticky running down the back of her head, and she felt lightheaded.
A figure was emerging out of the darkness, "Who dares to disturb my slumber?"
Kree's heart was pounding, and she looked at the mist with red eyes. It was panting like an animal, and it almost didn't seem human.
Kree slowly stood up. Her head was pounding-like a jackhammer was being used to tear apart her skull, but she ignored the pain as best as she could. She flinched and looked at the figure in the eyes, "Mr. James Wilbur?"
The mist slowly backed up in surprise, "No one has said my name in a hundred years."
"A hundred years?" Kree turned to look at Jimmy, who shrugged his shoulders.
"Yep, in 1913, died of a heart attack, I did-or at least that what all them church folk thought." he laughed, and it turned into a nasty cough.
"So what really happened?" Kree asked, too curious to be afraid anymore.
James looked at her, "Are you stupid? Do you not see what you are surrounded by?"