James shook the chair side to side, trying to break out of the restraints, but there wasn't so much as a budge.
"MMMMMMMMMPH." he groaned.
Suddenly he noticed the pink mist seeping into the room as the clear pink apparition stood before him with a solemn frown.
"So, you can see the likes of me?" she asked.
James nodded in response.
"And your response tells me that you can her what I say as well..." the phantom lady asked.
James nodded again, slower this time.
"As I suspected: a psychic is in our midst." she frowned.
"Hmmmmph?" James asked with a head tilt.
"The mere fact that you can see and communicate with me demonstrates that you possess a link to the realm of forgotten souls." she said with a serious voice.
"We cannot leave this old ramshackled hovel, because our souls are still bound to it."
James looked sad for a moment.
"HOWEVER. If one of use can claim a psychic's body, we can all use that psychic as a conduit to claim new forms anywhere we wish."
Pink tendrils formed out of the mist as James frantically tried to escape. He shook so frantically that the ropes snapped off.