The she-demon had merely shrugged off Delilah's feeble kick, though it had given Delilah time to distance herself of course.
The horrid creature turned and let out an ear-splitting screech, the piercing sound suddenly shattering the glass on the cabinets around the foyer and causing the candle chandelier to fall from it's hitch. It landed hard on the floor and broke apart, the candles rolled speedily across the tile floor. The banshee creature made a chilling growl, that of a great cat, from within the bowls of her throat and swept after Delilah.
    
     There were only four present options to Delilah; the front door, which was locked queerly, the book room, a dead end, the door to the dining room, closed and untested, or back upstairs. The raging demon spared Delilah not a minute as she literally glided a foot off of the ground in the air, her clammy gray feet hanging limply from her ragged nightgown.