Abra stopped speaking mid-sentence, sensing Mrs. Massey's presence even before the smell hit her nose. It was an icky, sick feeling. She turned and stared at the ghostly creature lumbering towards her uncle. As her grandfather told the ghost off, she turned and looked at him. Her shine reached out, trying to get as much information from him as she could and then getting as much as she could from her uncle.
"Go back to your bathtub, bitch. You're so dirty and smelly, you're making our food rot." Abra stood slowly. "Dan doesn't want you. Granddad doesn't want you. No one does." She sent an image of a safe, locked and covered in steel chains. "Go away before I put you away!"