<span style="font-style: italic">"Well she was human before she died, and that wasn't the ghost I saw earlier... She was a 8 year old girl... and I would be careful if I were you that demon isn't dead you just destroyed the body it was possessing."</span>There was a crooked smile that crossed John's face as if mocking Alana. Oh if it could even be called mockery. The door to the basement was now wide open, sorta inviting them to take a road trip straight to hell. Which hell would most likely be more than inviting at this point.<br/><br/>" Well , ain't that a bitch , da'mn  thang just doesn't like to die does it?" She took a deep inhalation , allowing one hand to touch her hip bone. Her job tonight just seemed to last forever.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">."Well I could definitely go for something to warm me up." </span>The words sounded suggestive to her, but pleasing , however with what was before them, even the thought of fun disappeared. John headed down the steps before her, because she felt a need to glance at the broken picture frame again. The man's boots just echoed throughout the haunted old house. Added to that the strong scent of something rotting wafted through the air.<br/><br/>After glancing at the picture frame she headed down the creaky broken stairs. The strange scent getting stronger, almost blindingly recognisably through the darkness. Her boots just like John's echoing. The darkness filled up around her , but she felt comfort with it. Darkness was like a blanket to her, welcoming and warm. Once she was a step away from John did she notice a pile of obviously decaying bodies. Each body seeming pulled apart differently . Her body wanted to reach but she held in the feeling to vomit. More important issues were to be dealt with.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">. "Well this explains the ghost and the demon. Hope I brought enough salt for this."  </span>John looked back at her, sorta having to look up sorta not . She stepped down allowing a chuckle to cross her lips, as her hand grazed upon her whip teasingly.<br/><br/>" If all ye have is Salt tan your in fer a bit of hell, and destruction. With these its best to beat em at their own game , or " She stepped in front of him bending into a kneeling position as her right hand reached into her small pocket. Pulling out a quarter size bag, and unzipped the back, pouring out red sand in a circle around them. " If ye step outta this circle , ye will actually need that salt , however this sand is creates a wall between us and te ghosts , and demons. They can not enter but we cannot leave. The use if this."<br/><br/>There was a small smile on her face as she spoke again. " However that salt will work as a weapon if you help salt my whole water, and no sir that tis not meant to be sexual. " without hesitation her left hand grabbed the small bottle of wholly water from her left pocket, and opened the container. Offering it to John.