She'd dealt with other types of possession herself. Hell, she'd been possessed on a few occasions. But no need to jump into that right now. "What makes you think your family might be here?"

Sara started to move along the walls of where she assumed the kitchen might be, looking for a clear outline of a door, or something that might be able to trigger one to open. Whatever magical creature was responsible for this mess, assuming it wasn't a demon, was going to get their ass kicked.