The Death Dimension

Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound pounds against your front door, then your patio door, and finally your back door. Panic flares for a second before you regain control. Telling your children to hide and put on their headphones, you grab your shotgun and attitude adjustment bat.
Approaching the front door, a voice calls out, familiar yet unsettling: "Open the door girl! I'm tired of waiting on you, I'm always waiting for you! Hurry up slow poke!"
It's your mother, Lillia, standing on the porch next to her car. But something is wrong. Her actions don't match her voice or appearance. Quickly, you hide your weapons, instruct the children to stay put, and slowly open the door, trying to appear normal.
Lillia rushes past you, frantic and wild-eyed, asking questions she normally wouldn't. A voice whispers in your mind: "It is a Spirit of Possession!" An intense pain flares through your body.
