Jason watched from the window as Piper got the kids into the car, his eyes as sad as his heart as he met eye contact with his wife. He'd see them again soon enough, but nothing could stop the feeling of disappointment as they both agreed that their house wasn't fit for their children.
As soon as the car disappeared from sight, Jason felt a wisp of cold air settle into his bones.
"Jason." Will's voice caused him to turn to the old ghost. "We need to talk."
Jason's eyes met Will's in a sudden realization. "Fuck."
Will rubbed at his bruised neck as he looked Jason over. "Fuck pretty much explains this situation."
"What happened?" Jason asked, glancing around them. "What's in my house?"
Will put a hand out to him. "I'll show you. Follow me."
Jason did, and though he had a possibility of what was happening, he never expected to see what Will ended up showing him.
The descended the basement steps as if they were any other idiot in a horror movie. The wood creaked beneath Jason's weight, the light flickered as they drew near. Jason had never liked the basement.
They got to the bottom of the steps in silence. He could see the two couches he had put down there, the TV, the rug on the cold floor. He had set it up as a place for the girls to have friends over, as a place they could get away to, but nothing about the room had ever welcomed anyone.
The fierce cold chilled him to his bones.
"What's down here?" he asked. "Will, what is it?"
Will walked further into the room, his hand never stopping its constant rubbing at his neck. "Come move the rug."
Jason moved it to find a pentagram as red as the rug drawn on the concrete floor. It was sloppy, made in marker, but it was there. The cold got ten times worse.
"Wil...who...?"
"Your daughters." Will looked down at the pentagram in distaste. "Maddie and Nikki, if I remember correctly. They did this. It brought him in."
Jason froze. "Who's 'him'?"
Will made a pained expression. "There's a reason Nico didn't come. There's a reason you and your kids are having so many nightmares."
"My mom said a demon," Jason whispered. "Is it true?"
"He might as well be." Will grabbed Jason's shoulders. "Listen to me. Get a priest, seal off the portal this pentagram created. You have to before it's too late."
"Why? What will happen then?" Jason's eyes widened as Will disappeared into thin air. "Will! Wait! Come back!"
Jason never saw that man again.
