Sarah kept screaming in Mary's ears. She was getting tired of fighting for Jack's love. The way she stole the ghost children, she would steal them just as they were about to go over to the other side. Steal them from their family members. The ghost children were keeping her alive. She needed them. Now that there aren't any more ghost children, she needs to make more.
The ghost mother wanted to make new ghost children in a horrible way. She was going to kill Jack. Creepng up to his room with a pillow. Sarah was screeching, doing everything in her power to stop Mary, but nothing worked. Jack was already on the edge of an asmtha attack when Mary came in the room. She pressed the pillow against his face. Between all the running and fighting, Jack couldn't breathe. He was going to die. He somehow ran his way dowanstairs, in an attempt to call someone, but nothing worked. He was helpless.
Jack had to think quickly. He had to find a way to save himself. He knew his mother was still in there, that she was fighting for him, but it wasn't working. Jack remembered the nightmare passage, and how Isabella described it. He used all of his power to open the nightmare passage up. Creating a tear in the room, exposing all the torture the ghosts had to face. The nightmare passage saw Mary. It saw how evil she was. It saw how much it had been avoiding its wrath. The nightmare passage reached out for Mary, taking her in its grasp. Jack watched her soul float away into the tear, then close. Sarah was back. She sprung into action. Running to get Jack's inhaler, she was steady. Jack lay on the floor of the hallway, half-dead. Sarah didn't give up. Treating him with every procedure she knew. The ambulance arrived just in time. What a horrible way to move into a house.