...don't think that's how it worked. From what I've heard and seen, when the fog showed up, we...

[He trailed off, color draining from his face. If he focused on it long enough he could still hear that creaking, hear his sister's voice calling--_{hal i miss you hal why won' you look at me hal why did you kill him}--but he shook it off, adjusting his glasses.]

We all lived through our nightmares. H...hallucinations, brought on by a swarm of ghost and psychic-types.