‘Well certain precautions have been made around the house to stop this kinda thing…’ He paused, kneeling down and reaching out with his index finger to rub it through the pile of fine grey ash that remained of the creature before he continued. ‘Obviously in this case those precautions were utterly useless…’<br/><br/>Shrugging his shoulders he moved back up to his feet again – eyes flicking over Michelle’s body as he took a little more note of her state of undress, rubbing his hands together in an attempt to remove the fine ash from his fingertips.<br/><br/>‘To be honest with you, at best I thought the shotgun would slow it down and at worst I thought it would make it mad…’ He moved to the bag behind him and took out a vial of holy water – removing the stopper with his thumb deftly before sprinkling the contents over the remains of the creature.