Lockwood & Co: The Sanatorium's Secrets

The wraith's tangled jaw chattered from within its flickering corpse, its other-worldly spirit flickering in and out of reality as it accelerated its rapid crawling. I tumbled back into the circle of iron filings, fishing in my pocket for a few more filings as the enraged wraith relentlessly crawled closer. I spread the filings around the iron circle, the wraith flickered once more as it came into contact with the iron which commenced in forcing it back into the haunting shadows. I breathed a heavy sigh and attempted to ignore the psychic screams of the wraith.

"That was close.." George murmured from behind me, his fish-breath my only reminder that we were still inside the circle; and still inside this bloody haunted house Lockwood had assigned for us at dawn.