That's one of my favorite sisters, and I'll have you behave towards her.
Dude, my sanity is not at risk because of ghosts. I'm a mess because of years and years of emotional and physical abuse, and because papa dearest didn't know what else to do with me except to break my jaw, once, and to keep locking me up in a mausoleum for hours on end in a hope that I'd conquer my fear of the dead.
And I wanna useful again. Do you know what it's like to have your family dismiss you because you're just fucking high and non-functional all the time?