Once Heather was back on her feet, she lifted her own gun without a second thought and fired off a few rounds at the spider-thing, as well, though the last shot she made hit the ceiling. By some invisible force, the chair had been ripped out from under her and she hit her knees on the floor. Whipping around to see the chair being 'thrown' to the opposite wall, the same female ghost that had appeared in the pool materialized once more.
"Sam!" she shouted, scrambling to her feet. "It's her!" A split second pause, and she took aim at the spider again, who was skittering about the room and splaterring blood everywhere, though it looked as though it was slowly dying the more it was shot. "You take care of her, I'll squash the bug."