Havoc. One of my favourite things. I wrecked the witch's room. I turned everything upside down. Until she trapped me I a jar. Glass mason jars. My only weakness. Well, that and professional exorcism. These two girls didn't look like exorcists, though. Through the glass, I heard this:

Girl 1 (pink pyjamas, long blonde plaits.): what was that

Girl 2 (all black and purple, permanent scowl): a demon, duhh. What did you think seances did.

Pinky: CONTACT the dead, not RAISE it!

Scowl face: he's not dead, dumbass. He's just quiet because demons can't deal with mason jars.

Pinky:

Scowl face:

Pinky: well, what are we going to do with it.

Scowl face: well, first of all, don't give it your name. if it has your name, it has power over you.

Pinky: tell your mum, she'll know what to do with it.

Scowl face: no! if she knew I'd summoned a demon, especially on a sleepover! No, we have to get rid of it ourselves.

Pinky: how are we going to do that?

Scowl face: I don't know. Exorcise it?

Pinky: isn't that really hard to do without five year college and a degree in spirit work?

Scowl face: do you have any better ideas?