Chained him t' the couch, staked 'im in the heart (or whatever that ugly thing were), cut off 'is head, placed a communion wafer in 'is mouth, stuffed the mouth with salt, sewed the lips and eyes shut, sprayed the body wit' holy water, cut off the feet and hands, doused coal oil round the whole place and lit it on my way out, said a couple of incantations over the burnin' carcass and house, blew the whole place t' Kingdom Come on a timed fuse.
Said a few more incan..., I means prayers, on me way backs here 'fore the whole mess blew...
I'll goes back t'morrows an' scatter the debris and ashes, an' mebbe' plant a few more, um, surprises, splatter the landscape wit' holy water, salt the ground, an' take me a whiz on it fer good measures. That suit ya's?
I knows a guy o'er in the Horror Hounds forum could maybe calls in a nuk'lar strike from orbit. He owes me a favor two...
Mebbe' have his friend Bob the Bolo roll over the whole place five, six times fer good measure and decontaminate its reactor by spreadin' high level radioactives o'er the site too. Bob might be able t' use thet there big ass cannon o' his t' slag the whole place t' glass as a final gesture.