"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was her. It's somethin' different," She replied. "What is it?" Dean asked. She opened the closest doors and took a step inside, "Not it. Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."
"What are they doing here?"
"They're here because of what happened to your family," Missouri started as she walked back to them, stopping right in front of them. "You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes, wounds get infected."
"I don't understand," Sam muttered.
"This place is a magnet for paranormal energy. It's attracted a poltergeist. A nasty one. And it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead." She explained. "You said there was more than one spirit," Carmen reminded. "There is," She said, nodding her head. Then walking inside the closet once again and turning towards them, "I just can't quite make out the second one." She walked back towards them. "Well, one thing's for damn sure–nobody's dyin' in this house ever again." 
"So, whatever is here, how do we stop it?"
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The group sat around Missouri's table, in her house. Different herbs, roots, vines, and other items littered the table. "So, what are all of these?" Carmen asked curiously. "Angelic Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends." She explained, pointing to the ones with their matching names.
"Yeah? What are we supposed to do with it?" Dean asked.
"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, and west corners on each floor of the house." She explained. "We'll be punchin' holes in the drywall. Jenny's gonna love that." Dean remarked sarcastically.
"She'll live," She added.
"And this will for sure destroy the spirits?" Carmen asked the big question.
"It should. It should purify the house completely. We'll take a floor. But we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad."
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The night was different, it just felt off to Carmen. Maybe it was because she was about to go fight off evil spirits in her brother's old house where their mother died.  Or maybe it was the fact that she had found someone to talk more about her mother. Maybe it wasn't just tonight that made her different, but the whole day, the whole twenty-four hours were the things that were different. 
Missouri convinced Jenny, who was still unsure of the plan, but ended up taking the kids and her out of the house. Now was the stressful part Missouri had been talking about. She took the basement, Dean took the kitchen, Sam was up in the attic, while Carmen took Jenny's bedroom.
The door slowly swung open as she walked inside with a hammer in hand and the bag of stuff in her pocket. She found the right wall, tapping to find the weakest spot before slamming the hammer into it. Banging it over and over again until the wall caved in and made a small hole. Big enough for the tricks.
But she stopped, about to dig the small velvet bag from her pocket when she heard a small light thud coming from behind her. Just before she went to see what it was, something violently was wrapped around her neck. 
Dragging her to the floor, She tried getting it off but to get nothing. Opening her mouth to scream but only a wizee of the air that was left in her leaving her body. Trying to grab the small bag that has fallen out of her pocket, but it was out of reach. 
Her throat was closing more and more. It became harder and harder to breathe. Bringing her fingers up to the curly telephone cord trying to pull it off. Taking the heels of her feet and slamming them onto the ground trying to get anyones attention.