Jesse moved into the doorway, trying to put himself between his brothers and the thing that looked like their father as much as he could. "I don't know what you are, or what you want," he told the apparition. "But you get the fuck out of my house."
"But it's not really yours, is it?" And there was that voice that always made Jesse flinch. "You live here with those...people, dragging my sons into your deviancy-"
Jesse let out a wordless yell of rage, picking up his coffee mug and throwing it at the shade. It sailed right through and crashed against the wall, sending shards everywhere.
His father snorted. "How, exactly, are you going to hurt a dead man?" he asked. "Pathetic. But then, I expected that from you."