Khan continues playing quietly as he speaks, "We are indeed here to help you, but first we must know who you are and why you weep. Only then will the path forward present itself."

"Well, I'm not sure if we can help, because I don't know what is causing you pain or sorrow. But we can surely try. If you want us to help you, you must first tell us what bothers you, however, because we haven't the slightest idea."

"Ma'am, if there is something we can do, we will attempt to help." Slurb says, VERY politely.

 For his part, Fallion just remains silent. Had his companions all forgotten they were here to end the hauntings? Offering to help a malicious spirit without verifying her motives... He gives Limine and Slurb a look of warning but does not say anything.

Instead he remains quiet as the others clamor for her attention, drawing her eyes off of him. He observes the spirit's facial expression, trying to suss out if she really didn't realize she was already dead. Could this be the beginning of an elaborate act?

(I'll use passive insight if possible. If not, here's a roll instead: 14)

Slurb realizes what he just said, and excuses himself. He walks over to the edge of the clearing, and sits. He begins praying.

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Then, she takes a bite of the cheese. Or at least, she tries to. But her mouth simply passes through the food, and a look of confusion and horror is on her face. 

The woman's hand shakes as she drops the hunk of cheese. There's fear in her eyes. "Oh no, what's going on..."

Out of nowhere, she speaks in a raspy voice. 

"Hah, I knew it, you were dead the whole time!'

"No, it can't be, my husband and-"

"You killed them! Hah, and now these people will kill you. You'll die in flames, like the villagers did you before." 

A violent transformation overcomes the woman. Mist swirls around her as she rises into the air. Though she begins to appear ghostly and translucent, scorch marks appear on her skin and nightgown. Her fingers elongate into claws, the flowers on her bonnet wilt- tears stream down her face. She whispers one last thing.

"Please, free me from my pain." 

Then, her jaw extends to a morbid length, and she begins to scream. 

Combat 

Woman: 13

Khan: 14

Scab: 10

Slurb: 3

Falion: 20

Mordekai: 19 

Limine: 1

Tracker (WIP)  

The woman tormenting screams ring out in the night. Her cries of pain and loss strike at the very hearts of those who hear it, that even the earplugs fail to prevent the supernatural din. 

(I think Scab and Slurb have put on earplugs)

@Everyone DC 13 Con Save or take 3d6 damage, half on success. Scab and Slurb have advantage on the Saving Throw. Also take 1d6 Stress on failure, half on success. 

Constitution save: 15
Damage: 12
Stress: 4

Scab recoils from the echoing scream, the earplugs doing little to muffle it. He sends an arrow flying at the figure before ducking behind a tree.

Action - Shortbow - Attack: 22 Damage: 17 (Sneak Attack included. I assume one or more of Fallion and Slurb are within close range of the figure.)
Bonus Action - Hide - Stealth: 11

Scab's accumulative Stress: 3

If it helps, Scab has AC 15 and is currently at 17 HP, including damage from the failed Con save.

Slurb will cast Chill Touch on his turn. Because the enemy is undead, correct?

To hit: 8

damage: 4 necrotic.

Slurb actually took out his plugs.

His save: 12

his damage: 11

stress: 6

Mordekai, seeing the horrible transformation, tries to ready himself for the malevolent spirit. 

Con Save: 15

Damage: 12

Stress: 1

After the attack, he takes on a malevolent look. "I'll help you..."

Bonus Action: Hexblade's Curse

Action: Magic Missile 16

I suffer 2 stress, bringing my total to 3.

I cast Magic Missile with a pact slot. 

Also, if her damage would trigger Hellish Rebuke, I would use my reaction to do so. 

Hellish Rebuke: Dex Save 12 for half 21 fire damage.

Con save: 10
Damage: 10
Stress: 1

That's a nice con save.

Reaction: Hellish Rebuke. Dex save DC 14 or spirit takes 21 damage. Half on success.

Limine will use all her movement to get as far as possible from the spirit, but also to a place (if possible) where there aren't any allies and then casts Darkness right in front of her so that the cloud of darkness engulfs her. (Not even darkvision can see through this darkness but Limine can thanks to Devil's Sight invocation, so all attacks against her should be made with disadvantage.)

Con save: 9
Damage: 5
Stress: 1

Fallion rolls forward into a standing position and brandishes both of his blades. In his left hand a scimitar with a soft curve and in his right, a matching short blade with an opening running down its spine. As soon as they slide out of their sheath, a peculiar hum of vibrating steel fills the air around him, almost as if his blades were... singing.

He lashes out with the straight blade at the specter, hoping it would do something...

Attack: 23 Damage: 5

(That's just great, 3 points from max damage he could have taken and 5+1 stress. Cooool.)

Khan

Con: 8

Damage: 7

Stress: 4

Khan barely even seems to notice the scream. He smirks as he rushes the specter with a flurry of blows!

Attack: 12 Damage: 6

Attack: 22 Damage: 4

Attack: 8 Damage: 5

 (I guess it's our turn to act again. Can they be caught in a 15' cone?)

Scab takes the opportunity 'Father' has provided to sink a shortbow arrow directly into anywhere unexposed that looks like it may hurt.

Action - Shortbow Attack: 20 Damage: 9
Bonus Action - Scab ducks behind another tree, angling himself as far away as possible (~75 feet) from the fray without losing sight of the confrontation. Stealth: 13 

Limine will cast Eldritch Blast at the father.

Attack: 13 Damage: 11

Fallion physically shakes as the images worm their way into his head. He smacks his own forehead with the pommel of one blade, but the scene still plays out... Until it leaves of its own accord. He swallows hard and tries to retain his resolve.

He places the flat of his two blades together, one on top of the other and draws them out in an arc. Steel runs on steel, sending sparks flying. He utters an Elven phrase, "Bloom, as the dawn light against the cold night!" An arc of flame ignites from the sparks, engulfing all three of the undead abominations.

(Burning hands, DC 12 dex save to take half. 7)