What an inconvenient time for the ghost to rematerialize. Firing off another round at the Spider Thing, Sam turned back and made a grab at his shotgun -- which wobbled dangerously and flew across the room, skittering to a halt just a few inches away from the ghosts feet. A laugh was pried for her rotting lips, one that was so dark and heavy that it seemed near impossible that it could even come from someone so small.
"Sam, Sam, Sam," the ghost shrieked. "You know you belong with us, Sam." Her voice was loud and it echoed from every wall. It even overpowered the sound of bullets firing off at the monster. Sam watched as his own gun rose up into the air and twisted around to face him. It hovered in place for a moment, but Sam didn't waste any time in waiting to see if the ghost was going to try and shoot him. Of course she was going to. He leapt to the side, avoiding the brunt of the attack, but still feeling the unpleasant sting as the round of rocksalt grazed his shoulder. Toppling onto the ground, he rolled over and ducked behind a table.