So, my little brother (his name is literally Dean Samuel Faye) came in to my room and told me that i needed to get out of the house.
"Why?" I asked
"CAUSE THERES A DEMON IN HERE!!!!! EITHER GET OUT OR GET THE SALT!!!!!" He yelled. I get up and i said,
"Dean, you have the same name as a Winchester from Supernatural. If you want, go fight the demon."
Then five minutes later, there's now a hole in my closet. He legit blew a hole using rock salt, viniger, my hairspray and a lighter. Thanks Dean