"So I'm dead?" Kree's voice squeaked.
"No," the woman cracked a smile for the first time, "But it means that someone brought you in, and if it wasn't us..."
"It was me." a voice said from behind Kree.
The hair on the back of Kree's neck stood on end as she slowly turned around, but there was no one there. However, there was a huge mist, "What the hell?"
There was an ominous laugh that felt like an extremely cold wind surrounding the room. The whole room was tense with fear and the feeling of defeat. The mist moved closer, and Kree moved back with the ghost family.
"I am not only Jonathan Winters, I'm his very essence."
"Jonathan Winters..." Kree said slowly. It felt like she knew him or heard of him, but she couldn't remember for the life of her.
"You are not my Jonathan at all. You're nothing but evil." the wife stepped forward. The mist moved past Kree and over the wife. The air seemed to be sucked out of her, and she seemed to be suffocating, even though she was already a ghost.
For some reason, the torture did not seem to affect the bundle too much. However, the baby soon started crying, having being bothered awake by the torture.
Kree's original question of how ghosts could be tortured was happening right in front of her eyes The mist pushed the woman back, and she fell to the ground, struggling to breathe for another minute. Each minute that passed, she grew paler and paler, until she was almost invisible. The mist took a few steps back, and the woman started to appear slowly, before her eyes.