Ryan kicks open the door to the house quickly, he can hear the long, drawn out moans echoing through the front room. He squirts lighter fluid onto the floor as his back-up follows their way in. Connor has a iron pipe and he swings it casually, flexing the muscles in his arm, as Tim and Sarah bring in more bottles of lighter fluid. A spirit appears briefly, moving towards them as Tim jumps to the side. It passes back into the wall as Connor knocks a hole into the fireplace. They can’t afford to be jumpy right now, they have to get this place burned out before night fall.

It takes them awhile to soak the floors, moving carefully, sticking together. They avoid holes in the floors, and translucent, reaching hands, to mark the entire first floor. Ryan leads the way back out, following the pattern they walked on the way in. When they reach the porch, Connor pulls out a packet of matches, but they go out as soon as he lights them. Sarah has the same problem with her lighter.