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Emory steadied his breath as he prepared to lead his team deep into the unknown of Winchester House. Time was non-existent within these walls. It had felt like they had been in there for days. He held onto Zara’s hand, whom in turn was clutching onto little Vespa. [color=silver]”Lumos”[/color] With a flick of his wrist his wand was illuminated once again and he slowly began to walk into the lost hallway. It was dark and dirty, cobwebs and dust filling the air almost like fog during a damp fall night. This corridor had not seen the light of day in over a century and it was deathly apparent as its wallpaper sagged and the high wooden beams crumbled. He knew what he had to do but even still Emory felt like he was entering this place without a plan, that in itself was an alien concept to him. He never went anywhere without planning ahead, that was just his nature.

Pushing open the final door, the group entered a single room, adorned only by a single, circular table and the rotted skeleton that sat by it. The last resting place of Sarah Winchester. She must’ve had a servant use a dummy or maybe even another corpse to fool those when she died. The walls of the room were littered in occult markings, candles burned down to their cores, crushed clover floating atop a bowl of blood; magic having preserved it do this very day a hundred years on. Blood magic was the worst of the worst and it seemed that one Sarah Winchester was well versed during her days amongst the living.

[color=silver]”She’s going to know we’re here pretty soon, we need to get ready and we need to do it fast”[/color] Emory kneeled down to Vespa’s level and looked the little girl in the eye. The fear spread across her face could not be hidden by anything at this point. 
[color=silver]”It’s nearly over sweetie, you just have to be brave for a little bit longer ok?”[/color] He got to his feet and cracked his neck. No soul would leave this house unscathed after tonight. [color=silver]”Zara, keep her calm. Keep her head clear and when it’s time, do as I tell you. Bunny, Florian, we need a Devil’s Trap and we need one made sharpish. We haven’t got a lot of time. Nickie, me and you are going to have to contain this thing until they’re ready”[/color]

As the team began getting ready, the faint sound of rumbling began to echo throughout the silent halls. She was coming, they had to weaken her as best they could to prepare for what was to come. Raising his wand and aiming it at the table and corpse, Emory spoke clearly and precisely. [color=silver]”Sarah Lockwood Pardee Winchester, I name thee. Come forth from the darkness and seek your justice. INCENDIO!”[/color] A jet of flame burst forth from the Welshman’s wand and tore through the room and ignited the body, forcing the hulking shroud that was once a woman to appear before them. The burning of a corpse often helped in spiritual cases but it was by no means a solution as tv would have you believe.

[color=silver]”Captarent funiculus ignis”[/color] Using his wand like a whip, he conjured a rope of flame which he use to ensnare the Sluagh’s arm. It wouldn’t hold long, they needed the trap to be ready soon as fire began to engulf the room.[/center]