Sloooowly, Heiji grabbed a tablecloth off a nearby end table and put it over the jar. After a few more ranting protests, it fell quiet.

Ghosts. Kind of like pet canaries.

"Well," said Heiji. "None of us knows how to exorcise it, right? So I guess storin' it somewhere is the best we can do for now. Probably not in this house, 'cause look how that turned out."

He looked up at Stiles. ".....one in the jar, ready to go!"