'Hunters,' the wraith thought contemptuously. She'd take care of them before they even knew what hit them. She wondered what on earth made them decide to come in here basically stating they were hunters. Maybe they had a death wish.
The first one just finished some lame speech about Cuckoo's Nest. "Okee, dokee," she said, touching him, filling her with her venom, while reading his mind at the same time. Ah, she was right. He did have a death wish. Wanted to join the rest of his friends and family. Only living for the other one, Sam and some old guy named Bobby. Well, she'd take care of him and Sam. Maybe Bobby would end up here one day and she could eat him, too.