"You leave this house and go back from whence you came, demon." Martha gritted her teeth against the pain that stabbed her head. "Be gone!" The lights in the old Victorian surged and popped. The homeowners screamed and their faces twisted in the flickering candlelight. "Be gone demon," Martha screamed, "your kind is no longer welcome here." Moans echoed in the dark corners of the room and energy swelled and pulled the candle flames this way and that. Martha pushed back from the table, her head down and jaw set. She slowly uncurled herself to her full height and stared just above the family huddled in front of her. She raised one curled finger and jammed it at the air. "Out," she yelled, drawing out the length of the word with as much force behind it as she could muster. There was one last burst of the horrible swirling air then the room lightened. The candle flames burned steady and upright. Martha crashed to her knees and sucked in large gulping breaths.
