"Is that something you could do, since you already know the magic?" Dan asked, fingers twitching a bit - they curled inward, as if responding to the touch of John's thumb along his palm. "I mean. There are a lot of ghosts."
Mrs. Massey. Those twin girls. Party revelers with their bleeding scalps, dearly departed bartenders, that one guy in the bear suit and can we not. Letting them out to kill Rose had been bad enough - he'd barely reined them back in. Or actually, he hadn't. They'd driven Dan mad too, just like his father, and he almost killed Abra - though luckily, he'd managed to push past it the way Jack never did.
He winced, eyes tightening. "I don't know if I can let them out, even to banish them," he murmured. "They're strong."