A/N: I know this chapter is short but I liked how I ended it. I hope you guys like it too!

The last time Ezra got possessed was when he and his family ventured onto the RMS Queen Mary to figure out a case there. Young Ezra Winchester was tossing and turning, struggling to get comfy. For a moment he could relax, but a few doors down, his uncle and his mother were talking in hushed whispers. As he slept, he heard the whispers. Ezra tried his best to ignore them, but they just kept growing louder and louder. He bolted awake and nearly fell over. Quickly, Ezra stood and backed away. Standing before him was an apparition of a woman.

"W..who are you?" Ezra said worriedly.

"I'm the one that will help you, my dear," the woman said. "But I can't do that unless you let me in."

"Let you in? What do you mean?" Ezra said, too stunned to even move.

"You know exactly what I mean, Ezra," the spirit said. "I know how you are feeling. I know you want to fit in, so maybe I can help you with that." Ezra hesitated for a little while, thinking that maybe it would be best for him to grab the salt gun. However, another thought occurred to him as he was thinking more like fitting in. In fact, the spirit had a point. He was about to say something when he noticed the box was sitting out on the table. His eyes widened as he realized what he was dealing with.

"No!" Ezra said and immediately regretted it as the spirit flung out her hand and sent him against the shelves and pinned. He struggled to break free, but the amount of power the spirit had was nothing to joke about. He hoped that the spirit wouldn't control him, but that thing was inching closer. "Let go of me!" The spirit said nothing as a cicada appeared from inside the box. "Sorry, Ezra, but looks like you wanted to do this the hard way. Thank you for giving me a chance to take control." Suddenly, the cicadas flew out in a swarm, fearing for his life. Ezra once again tried to break free, but to no avail. The Cicadas flew toward him and flew next to the woman. The woman held out her hand and sent pain shooting through Ezra. Ezra gasped, giving the bugs a chance to fly into his mouth. He choked for a little while before everything had gone black. Ezra awoke to find that they trapped him in his own mind. It was like he was there, but he couldn't control anything he did. He saw through his eyes the spirit taking control of his body and racing out of the bunker.

In control, he watched horrified as the spirit raced through the forest to meet with someone. They entered the forest and walked toward the middle, bushes rustled like something was inside of them. The figure of a man appeared in the lit moonlight. Ezra hadn't realized how late it was and now the moon was in the sky casting a ray of blue light down.

"I'm so glad you could finally meet with me." The man said. Immediately, he could tell that the man was none other than that reader he and his mother had stumbled across in the mall days ago. Ezra attempted to say something, but he found he could not. Instead, the spirit spoke through him in his own voice.

"It took a while, but I finally took control of the boy," the spirit said. "But you must not forget who is in charge here. If I find you are useless, I will get rid of you easily," the spirit continued. "Now shall we begin?"

"NO!" another voice yelled, causing his body to turn, the minute that Ezra looked through his own eyes from a distance. "Get out of my son, you bastard!" upon hearing the voice, he knew right off the bat who was in the forest with him. It was his mother.