Comfort and a Call For Help

Sobbing, Kris accepted the tissue and nodded. "It's him, it's him! I also saw Dean. He was hung up and wanted me to save him."

Luke shook his head. "That's just an illusion."

Seeing Kris open her mouth to speak, he raised his hand to stop her. "It's an illusion that the monster gave you, not something you came up with yourself. He's trying to scare you."

Stumped, Kris didn't understand what he meant. "What?"

Pondering for a moment, Luke said, "From the moment you fell asleep to when we woke you up, it was around three minutes. He didn't hurt you; you were just frightened badly. So, his purpose is to plant panic in you."

Kris was at a loss. "Why?"

Fear can be faith and power, Luke said inwardly.

Many monsters were worshiped in ancient folklore. Was it because they did good things?

No. It was because people were scared of them.

The more frightened the people were, the more unbridled those monsters became.