<span style="font-style: italic">"Once I sprinkle this on the bodies and set them on fire, as long as the ghosts mortal body is on the pile, this should get rid of the ghost."</span>She arched an eyebrow as he poured the rock salt with silver sprinkled into it. The basement smelt like old mold mixed with death. A rather horrid stench if one to actually ever come across it.<span style="font-style: italic"> "The demon should take at least an hour to reform so we should do this quick." <br/></span><br/>He walked first around the bodies then stopped with his lighter out looking at her. "<span style="font-style: italic">You ready? Once I light the bodies and the flames are strong enough we should probably get out of here because this house will probably catch, and as fun as it sounds to be trapped in a hot room with you I just as rather we live through it."</span><br/><br/>â€œOh , how that would be ever so delightful but this is just about as intense as weâ€™ll have it my sir.â€ She winked waiting for the lighter to light before grabbing his hand and bringing up the flight of stairs, and past the kitchen to exit the house as the flames began to engulf the house into pretty red, yellow , blue, and orange flames. â€œ That demonâ€™ . It will find a way out . We should prepare ourselves for another encounter no matter where we are.â€ A wink was returned as she whistled for her runaway horse.<br/><br/>Her horse stampeded back to them. â€œ So you going to get on or what? Ever ride a hoâ€™rse , sir?â€