The combined assault of three proton packs tears into the shadowy form of the ghost. It lashes out with shadowy arms, almost at random now. There is no coordinated assault here, this is the random flailing of a pained and desperate creature.

"DIE! DIE! ALL OF YOU DIE!!!

And then the trap opens under it. It struggles against the pull as it's slowly pulled down into the the small box. Right before it's pulled in, it resumes it's doll form. And the last sound it makes is a tearful cry.

Once it's gone, the little Ib doll starts growing, until Ib is back to her normal size. Only then does she find she can move again. But she doesn't, not right away. She just trembles and stares at the people who saved her, realizing just how close she was to dying. Or worse, being a doll forever.