Where I grew up there was a supernatural phenomena called a "haint". Unlike the "haints" of the lowland South, which were said to be ghosts, upland haints were generally creatures of place, fields, old farms, barns, etc... If you crossed their ground after dark, it could be Hell to pay, they behave like drunken poltergeists.
Woe upon you if you built a house or farm on haint claimed ground, there wasn't much to do but move away, the haint wasn't going to let up until you left. However, there was a means to control their destructive tendencies inside the house, paper the walls with old newspapers and catalog pages. Haints are compulsively curious about everything in their stomping grounds, they aren't going to stop until they've read every word, start to finish in one go. The trick was to put enough up that the haint would never finish reading it all by daylight. If a haint is still out at daylight, it's done.
You can jar them, too, but that involves luring them in, not easy to do with a creature that can vanish at will. Let's face it, some fool could let a jarred one loose and you're back at step one. Better to frustrate them with newsprint and have them fry when the sun comes up.