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Monroe, Connecticut
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An Angel At the tender age of eight, she greatly disliked hospitals. Hospitals meant that people were sick or hurt and suffering and she hated to see people in any kind of pain. But, her mother was here and so she spent as much time as she could right by her side, worried despite assurances from both her mother and her doctor that she was going to be fine in a few days.

Sitting next to the bed, holding her mother’s hand in hers, she glanced at the next bed over. There were only two patients in this room, but the other was a boy her own age. His name was Billy. She hadn’t tried to talk to him because he didn’t seem to be able to do so. Even when he was awake he didn’t seem awake. The doctors were in to see him several times a day and he was hooked up to a lot of machines. She had asked what was wrong with him, but only been told that he was ‘very sick.’ It made her heart hurt. It made her sad. It made her want to help. It made her feel helpless because there was really nothing she could do.

This time when she glanced over, there was someone or…something sitting in the chair beside his bed, holding his hand as she held her mother’s. The figure was glowing brightly and as soon as she laid eyes on it, she instantly felt lighter, warmer, peaceful. And when the figure smiled…she felt more joy than she had ever felt in her entire life. She couldn’t help but return the smile because she felt so wonderful and, even better, Billy’s expression seemed to indicate he felt the same, even as his eyes remained closed.

When she could finally tear her eyes away, she tugged on her mother’s hand, eyes wide. “Mom!” She hissed, pointing with the other. “Mom, do you see the angel?!” When she looked back the figure was gone and her mother was sighing. “There’s nothing there, baby.” No signs that it had ever been there at all. After a moment the monitor above Billy’s bed let out a long high noise that had previously been the continuous beeping that said his heart was beating steadily.

She blinked in confusion for a moment and was pulled into her mother’s embrace, turned away from the bed where the boy lay. “Don’t look, Lorraine.” Her mother murmured as the doctors and nurses rushed into the room. It didn’t take them long to turn off the machine and murmur amongst themselves for a moment in hushed and sad tones. Managing to peek through her mother’s arms, she watched as they wheeled the bed out the door, but she didn’t feel sad. That wasn’t Billy the doctors were taking away. Billy had gone with the angel.

“When I was a kid I had a favorite uncle.” She stated easily. “Most kids have a favorite relative, that’s not unusual. He was the greatest. Funny and outgoing and understanding. He was always there to listen and to encourage. He was more like a second father than an uncle and I loved him as much as anyone could.” She paused for a moment. “One day I did something that made him mad. I don’t even remember what it was. But, I remember that he hit me.” She cocked her head slightly. “That was something he never did.”

“It can be argued that anger makes people do things they wouldn’t usually do and I can accept that, but this was…different. I couldn’t find the words to explain it, but it wasn’t just that no matter how angry he got, he never raised a hand to any of us. It was something else. Something…bad. He was different. Not himself.”

She shook her head. “Everyone thought I was just making things up. Children tend to have overactive imaginations, after all. And what child wouldn’t try to get out of admitting they had been wrong and had been punished for it? It didn’t matter that I knew something was wrong, that I no longer felt safe around him, that I couldn’t bring myself to trust him as I once had. It was an overreaction from a child and nothing more.”

“Then he started to change in ways that everyone else could see. He became withdrawn, secretive. He was always quicker to anger, mean…violent. Everything that made him my uncle seemed to have flipped on its axis and the man I had known was gone.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “It was, of course, blamed on drugs or alcohol or even some medical issue that no one was aware of. But, seemingly endless tests revealed nothing of the sort. There didn’t seem to be anything physically wrong with him and so everyone was at a loss as to how to explain why he had changed.”

“Eventually he ended up killing my cousin and my aunt and…shortly after being admitted to a place similar to this –“ She shuddered because her experience at that institution wasn’t one she liked to remember. “- he killed himself. Of course, after a stay in an institution of any kind, one always carries the stigma of madness and that was a logical explanation for everything that had happened. But, it was a lie, even if no one would believe it. The last time I saw him alive – when I looked into his eyes – it wasn’t my uncle looking back at me. It was something else.”

She didn’t really give him a chance to respond before she was continuing. “Shortly after that, I told one of the Sisters at the Catholic school I attended that her light shone brighter than that of even the Mother Superior’s. This was a good thing, I thought. Who didn’t want to know that they were that good? Instead of being pleased, I was sent away on a weekend…retreat where nothing was allowed but prayer. No socializing, no talking, only prayer and contemplation on the reasons I was there.”

“After a while I started to think that maybe everyone was right. Maybe I was just making up stories, projecting wishful thinking, being ‘fanciful’ – “ She made a face at the last word, a word she still hated to this day. “ – normal people couldn’t see things that weren’t there. They couldn’t know things before they happened. They couldn’t feel and sense things invisible to the rest of the world. And I wanted so much to be normal. What twelve-year-old doesn’t?”

She shook her head again. “When I returned, I was different, just as they had wanted. I no longer told stories or pointed out things that weren’t there. I had half convinced myself that none of it was real and I just needed to grow up and leave such childish things behind. If I didn’t speak of them, then they weren’t really there.” She paused to meet his eyes. “But, denial doesn’t make those things go away. In fact, those things in the shadows are drawn to those who are weak or vulnerable or chosen for whatever reason and by whatever does the choosing.” Her eyes flickered to the shadows around them as if making a point.

“They congregate when they think they have the upper hand and someone who is…untrained and in denial is someone they want very much. If I hadn’t met my husband when I did, I would probably have ended up like my uncle or worse. He believed everything, he convinced me that I could see and feel these things for a reason and I needed to learn how to use these ‘gifts’ I’d been given. If he hadn’t…There are much worse things than death.”

Girlfriends “Lorraine? What are you doing?” The voice came in the form of her grumbling and disheveled best friend standing in front of where she sat in the middle of the floor with a notebook and a pen in her hand. Alice looked put out, but also confused and concerned as to what would be keeping her friend awake at this hour. “It’s five in the morning. You should be sleeping. We should be sleeping.” She cocked her head slightly, blonde hair falling over one eye before she impatiently pushed it away. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” She added pointedly.

Lorraine looked up at her friend for a moment and then shrugged. “I can’t sleep, so I’m writing a letter.” She admitted, knowing this wouldn’t come as a surprise. This wasn’t the first time Alice had caught her doing the same thing when she should be sleeping or doing something else. She dropped her gaze as Alice sighed and moved to sit next to her. “I know.” She held up a hand before Alice could speak. “I shouldn’t keep doing this. I shouldn’t dwell on it. But…I miss him and…I worry about him.” The last came out softer than she had intended, but it was true.

Alice reached out to take her hand, taking a moment before speaking. “Of course you do.” She sounded more understanding than Lorraine had expected, but she knew she shouldn’t have been surprised. That was how Alice was; quiet and thoughtful and understanding despite how often jealousy or other ugly emotions seemed to rear their ugly heads. It was hard not to be jealous when Betty, the third member of their trio, loved nothing more than to show off the things her privileged life allowed her but not them to have. She didn’t often say what she was really thinking, but when she did she meant it with every fiber of her being. “There’s a war going on out there and your boy is a squidy on some Navy ship in the middle of the ocean somewhere. You’d be a chucklehead if you didn’t worry.”

Lorraine waited a moment for more and when it didn’t come, she prompted it because she knew that Alice wasn’t finished. She was just likely trying to figure out how to put what she was thinking into words. “But?”

Alice smiled just a little, but she was still concerned. “But.” She echoed the word, squeezing Lorraine’s hand a little. “This isn’t going to help you.” She gestured to the

notebook with a pointed look. “Spending all your time writing letters…” She shook her head.

“It makes me feel better.” Lorraine protested, hugging the notebook to her chest with the hand that Alice wasn’t holding. “Closer to him.” Her chin came up in a stubborn way that said she was trying to convince herself of something as much as Alice and Alice wasn’t buying it. “Does it?” She asked flatly, meeting her friend’s eyes with an expression that said she wanted the truth.

A frown graced Lorraine’s features as she really thought about her own answer. She could stick to what she’d said, but it wasn’t true and she knew it just as much as Alice did. “No.” She finally sighed, lowering the book once more. “I don’t even know if he’s getting them. I haven’t heard anything in a while…”

Alice nodded, her expression gentle. “Right. I know. And I understand how worried you must be.” She gestured to the book again. “But, he’s out there doing what he feels like he needs to do and you need to do what you need to do.” Lorraine’s questioning look only fueled her words. “You have to live, too. Ed wouldn’t want you to go into a decline over this. Just because he’s not here doesn’t mean everything has to change. You still have me and Betty. You still have the kids.” She always referred to Lorraine’s siblings as ‘the kids’ because that was basically what they were: her kids.

She studied Lorraine for a long moment. “You said he told you he was worried about leaving you and you said he didn’t have to, that you’d be fine. That you would wait for him, but you wouldn’t pine for him.” Her expression hardened just a little. “Because you’re not that weak, right?”

Lorraine was completely silent, a slow nod her only reply.

“Besides,” Alice went on, satisfied by the nod, but still not finished. “You gave him a reason to come back.” The hand that was holding Lorraine’s shifted to tap the ring on her ring finger. “No guy is stupid enough to leave that promise up in the air. He’ll make sure he’s around to fulfill it. Just like you’re going to do. Right?”

Another nod followed a quiet “Right,” as Lorraine considered all that Alice had said. “Right.” It was more firm this time because her friend was right. She had been stupid, letting herself spiral into something akin to depression with the absence of her fiancé. Worried every day that he would be hurt or worse to the point that it was starting to consume her waking thoughts – and her nightmares, too. “I have been a chucklehead about the whole thing.” She offered Alice a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but was sincere nonetheless because she was grateful for her friend and her concern and this conversation that had made her see what was happening when she hadn’t been able to do so on her own. “Good thing I have you to keep me in line.”

“Yep.” Alice nodded firmly, her own smile looking somewhat relieved that Lorraine was at least listening to her. If she took the words to heart would remain to be seen, but she thought she would. “Now, let’s go to bed, yes?” She stood and offered Lorraine a hand up, smiling again as her friend left the notebook on the desk before following her to the bed that the two of them were sharing with Betty while they were both sleeping over at her house.

“It’s about time you crumbs stopped yammering.” Betty’s voice came from beneath the blankets, surprising them both, having thought she was sleeping. She sounded grumpy, but in a way that they knew she had been listening and she was also pleased with how the conversation had gone. Flipping the blanket down so that she could squint at them, she adopted a mock annoyed expression. “Now, get over here so that we can all get some sleep. You know how cranky I get if I don’t get my beauty sleep.”

Lorraine arched an eyebrow at Alice, shaking her head as she and Alice moved to follow orders, slipping into the large bed with Lorraine in the middle of the other two. “You okay?” Betty’s low voice floated over to her from beside her, an attempt to sound unconcerned quite obvious.

She couldn’t help but smile, this time one that did reach her eyes because she loved her friends and they loved her. They took care of her. She was lucky to have them and she knew that. The smile remained as she closed her eyes and murmured her answer. “Copacetic.”



The Conjuring: Since the 1960’s, Ed and Lorraine Warren have been known as the world’s most renowned paranormal investigators. Lorraine is a gifted clairvoyant, while Ed is the only non-ordained Demonologist recognized by the Catholic Church.

Out of the thousands of cases throughout their controversial career, there is one case so malevolent, they’ve kept it locked away until now.










Full Name: Lorraine Rita Warren (nee Moran)
Nicknames: Lori, Rainey, Raine, Woman, Ghost Girl, Lo
Aliases: None
Date Of Birth: January 31st, 1927
Place Of Birth: Bridgeport, CT
Current Residence: Monroe, CT
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Mother: Georgiana Moran
Father: James Moran
Sister(S): Margaret (Maggie) and Joan Moran
Brother(S): Richard (Ricky) Moran
Other Family: Sister Irene (Cousin)
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married
Current Relationship(s): Ed Warren
Past Relationship(s): None
Languages Spoken: English
Occupation: Clairvoyant, Paranormal Investigator, Mother, Wife
Job Description: Paranormal Investigator
Employer: Self-Employed






DISCLAIMER


My Lorraine is extremely AU. She is some combination of completely made up backstory, the movies and facts about the real person thrown in for authenticity and is a work in progress. Though I've majorly shifted Lorraine's timeline in order to write most of my stories, she was actually born in 1927 and most of the famous cases she and Ed investigated were in the 50's and 60's. That's where the 40's slang and mentions of WWII come into play in my writings. I don't often get to write in her actual time frame in my storylines because everyone else is more modern characters and I've learned to roll with that. In case any of that causes confusion to people who haven't heard me mention it before.

MY NPCs who often feature in my stories can be found here: https://tinyurl.com/y48qmjq8




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The Boss Lady
Catatonic
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I'm Back!
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Jack the Ripper
Touch of Grace
Necro-Sorciere (2)
Spiritus Venari (Hiatus)
Fire Bird JLU
sinnerwoman
Light Bringer
Valak
The Cârța Monastery was built somewhere in Romania by a duke centuries ago. Becoming obsessed with dark magic and Satanism, the Duke attempted to summon a demonic force from the catacombs only to be killed by the members of the Vatican who then sealed the rift with the Blood of Christ. Hundreds of years later, the monastery was bombed heavily during the events of World War II, releasing the same evil spirit from its imprisonment. The demon had since taken the form of a nun as a means of blending with the other nuns. Throughout the years, nuns continuously prayed in communion to combat the evil, but in vain as the demonic entity walked freely around the monastery all nights, in the form of a nun to mock their faith.

In 1952, Valak had slain several of the nuns, leaving only two survivors. Sister Victoria, with a key in hand, commits suicide in order to prevent Valak from claiming her as a host. Sometime after her death, the Vatican tasked Burke and Sister Irene to investigate. Valak manipulated them, ranging from creating mass illusions with the ghosts of the slain nuns to weaken Sister Irene to tormenting Father Burke by taking the form of a young boy who had died from a botched exorcism at his hands. Valak then buried Father Burke alive before luring Sister Irene to become possessed. When the catacombs began to flood, Valak tried to strangle Sister Irene to death. While inspecting her for any vital signs, Sister Irene spit the Blood of Christ onto Valak, burning it severely. The rift was then resealed. However, this would prove to not be the end of the Demon Nun as when the group was leaving, Frenchie, a French Canadian otherwise known as Maurice was revealed to have an inverse cross branded on the back of his neck. This segues to a film and conversation discussed during a lesson the Warrens were giving about demonic possession.


“During the exorcism he – it – showed me something.” She tried again. Getting at least that full sentence out. “I saw the demon. Or, at least the form it was choosing to take. A form meant to shake my faith and my foundation. But, worse…worse was the vision of Ed’s death.” She swallowed hard. The very thought made her tremble, sent ice shooting through her veins and made her mind scream in terror. Wrapping her arms around herself, she continued, talking about it even harder than she had anticipated. “I’m not stupid. I know that these beings can pluck things out of your mind and show you the thing you fear the most. But, this…this was different. This wasn’t just a vision, it was a premonition. I know it.”

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MOST SPECTACULAR SHOW (Water For Elephants)

The year was 1933. It was the height of what would be known throughout history as The Great Depression in the United States. Over fifteen million Americans were unemployed and times were rougher than anyone could imagine. A few years before, on what was now called Black Tuesday, the stock market had crashed. Billions of dollars were lost, wiping out thousands of investors and causing stock tickers to run hours behind because the machinery could not handle the large volume of trading.

Stock prices had begun to decline in September and early October of 1929, and on October 18th, the fall began. On October 24th a record number of shares were traded due to onset panic. Investment companies and leading bankers attempted to stabilize the market by buying up great blocks of stock, producing a moderate rally on the Friday before that fateful day. On Monday, the market went into a free fall and by Black Tuesday, the stock prices collapsed completely.

After that day, there was a brief recovery, but prices continued to drop and by 1932 stocks were worth only about 20 percent of their value of 1929. By 1933, half of the banks in America had failed and thirty percent of the workforce was unemployed.

Factories and other businesses were forced to slow down production and begin firing their workers. For those lucky enough to remain employed, wages fell and many were forced to buy on credit which threw them into debt as foreclosures and repossessions steadily climbed in number.

Unskilled inner city men had a higher unemployment rate than those of jobs in nondurable industries such as food and clothing. Young people had a hard time getting their first job and men over the age of 45, if they lost their job, would rarely find another one because there was a choice of much younger men to pick from.

Industrial production continued to drop while bread lines, soup kitchens and a rising number of homeless people became more common across America. Farmers couldn’t afford to harvest their crops and were forced to leave them rotting in the fields while people elsewhere starved.

‘Hoovervilles’ began to rise – assemblages of cardboard boxes, tents, and small rickety sheds built on vacant lots by homeless people. These residents begged for food or went to soup kitchens if they could.

Bank runs had swept across the country as investors began to demand deposits in cash, forcing banks to liquidate loans in order to supplement their insufficient cash reserves on hand and by 1933, thousands of banks had gone belly up and closed their doors as farmers defaulted on their loans and there was no federal deposit insurance to fall back on because bank failures were considered a normal part of economic life.

By Inauguration Day 1933, after voting in Franklin D. Roosevelt as their president every state had ordered all remaining banks to close at the end of this fourth wave of banking panics and the Treasury didn’t have enough cash to pay all government workers. Despite the hardships, FDR remained optimistic, declaring that “the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”

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Six-year-old Lorraine Moran knew nothing of what had caused the hard times everyone seemed to be experiencing. She had no full understanding of just how bad things were because her young mind had nothing to compare it to. She had known nothing else.

Were times hard? Sure. She knew that much. She saw how people on the streets suffered and she hurt for them. They weren’t even bad people, not all of them, and so she didn’t understand why they had to suffer so much. It wasn’t fair. She often felt helpless because there was really nothing she could do for these people she saw. They had nothing, but she didn’t have much more.

Oh, her family was lucky. That was something else she knew. They didn’t have a lot, but they had a house and food on their table and each other. That was more than a lot of people could say and she knew she should feel grateful for the things they had. She just wanted others to have those things as well.

Sitting cross legged in front of the radio in their living room – another thing that could almost be considered a luxury – she smiled wistfully as she listened to the commercial for the Benzini Brothers circus. The ‘Most Spectacular show on Earth!” She wanted so much to be able to go. It was a rare thing that the circus came to town and it was only for one night. But, she also knew that there was slim to no chance of that happening, no matter how much she might want it. They didn’t have the money for a ticket, let alone anything else that might come along with the event.

So, not bothering to mention it to her parents, she sighed as the commercial ended and the music started, closing her eyes as she imagined the people and performers and animals that the circus would bring. Imagination was the next best thing when you couldn’t see something for real…

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The tent was huge. Bigger than anything she had ever seen in her young life. Looking around with wide eyes, she tried to take it all in. There were so many people…people of all shapes and sizes. All loud and enthusiastic and happy. Maybe this really was the most spectacular place on Earth after all. It would have to be to bring joy to so many people.

She still couldn’t believe that she was there at all, that the wistful dream had come true when her parents had randomly surprised her with tickets to the one place she wanted to go to more than any other. How they had known, she would never guess, but she would be forever grateful that they did.

There was so much to see that she was fairly certain it just wouldn’t be possible to get to it all in one short day. So, she made the best of it while she could, eyes darting this way and that as she tugged on the hand of her mother or father – whichever was closer at the moment – and pointed things out with childish enthusiasm and glee.

“Look at the clowns!”
“Over there! The elephants!”
“Oooh! Tigers!”

She was overwhelmed with pleasure and excitement as they even got popcorn and cotton candy to munch on as they made the rounds that ended with the main tent that had so caught her eye from the moment they had first approached the grounds. This time, her parents walked on either side of her, her hands in theirs, as they entered and looked for somewhere with the best view of the ring in the center of the tent.

It was brightly lit and set up for several different attractions from acrobats to lion tamers to crazy clowns meant to amuse. It was one of the best things she could imagine and the rest of the audience seemed to agree as laughter and shouts and applause broke out randomly and consistently, overwhelming her small ears at times and making it hard to hear anything else. But, that was okay. She could see these other things and that was all that mattered.

She was surprised when it was time for the main attraction and that noise began to die down almost instantly. A glance around showed a kind of heightened expectation, different from what had been shown before and she wasn’t sure what to expect. The show had been amazing so far, what could be better than what they had already witnessed?

She tilted her head slightly, eyes glued on the beautiful blonde woman who entered the ring. She was followed by three horses who looked like the most well behaved animals she had ever seen. The woman was impressive before she even did anything, something about her drawing Lorraine’s full attention and striking the desire to meet her in her heart. It wasn’t something that happened too much. She always wanted to do things for people, but she didn’t always want to meet them upon first seeing them. Something about this woman shined even without the lights around her. It was a different kind of light and Lorraine was drawn to it in some way she couldn’t begin to describe.

The audience watched in wonder as the woman bowed gracefully and began her show, making an elaborate gesture to the horse in the lead to which the horse, without hesitation, dropped to roll over on the ground before getting to its feet once more. Almost like a trained dog, but so much more impressive, this trick led into many more awe inspiring ones including acrobatics performed by the woman and the horses all. Somehow it was clear that the animals cared for her as she cared for them and that made the show even more awe inspiring.

The applause that rang out at its conclusion was louder than anything she had ever thought it could be and her own hands and shouts were intermingled with those of everyone around her before they began to make their way from the tent. Blinking, she realized that this was her chance. She couldn’t let go of the idea that she wanted to meet this beautiful and mysterious woman who so charmed the horses and the audience alike and so she did something she never did. She stepped away from her parents and into the crowd without asking for permission.

It didn’t cross her mind that she could get lost or lose her parents or that they would be separated for very long, even though the crowd was a large one. She only thought about what she wanted and that was what she focused on as she squeezed through the taller and bigger people around her, murmuring an ‘excuse me’ that they couldn’t hear as she tried to stay on her feet while going the opposite direction of everyone around her.

When she finally reached the perimeter of the performance ring, she was relieved to see that the woman was still there, talking to one of her horses as she gently stroked it. She had half feared that she would have missed her and there was no chance she would be able to find her to tell her how impressed she was by her show.

“Um, hi!” She called out as loudly as she could, waving to get the woman’s attention and hoping that the crowd around her wasn’t still loud enough to drown her out completely. It would be a big let down to get this far only to not be heard and miss out on her chance. “Hello?” She called again, waiting to see if she was doing this for nothing or not.
IT CAN'T RAIN ALL THE TIME (AHS: Murder House)

Drip, drip, drop. Little April showers…

The rain fell around her in a drizzling sheet, drops hitting the sidewalk and splashing up around her feet before rolling off into the gutter as she walked. Cars driving by, oblivious to the downpour, sped on, sending showers of water up around them as they passed. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed briefly around her, but she took no notice of most of it, huddled in her jacket with her head ducked down in an attempt to avoid water directly to the face. She now regretted not bringing an umbrella. But, like most people, she had stereotyped a place she didn’t visit often, or ever really.

The City of Angels was definitely a misnomer for the city Lorraine found herself in. Every city had a history, of course, and Los Angeles had a long one. She didn’t have to research to feel it, even here out on the street with people around her. The path she was taking was a particularly dark one, which made sense since it happened to be part of the one that was included in the Eternal Darkness Tour that ran through this area. A tour of the murder locations of Los Angeles. One of which was actually her destination on this wet and dreary afternoon.

Though her original purpose in the city wasn’t an investigation, she couldn’t say no when she had been approached by the young girl she was now on her way to see.

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“You need to believe me, please!”

The desperation in the young girl’s voice tugged at her heart. It was clear that this was a list ditch effort at reaching out for help. Something that was difficult for most people and clearly not any less so for the girl standing in front of her. Ghosts and monsters weren’t exactly things that sane people spoke of. At least not in any serious way. They were stories, legends, things to scare you but then forget about in the light of day. They couldn’t really exist. So, what did you do when you were thought to be crazy? When you worried that might be right? You found someone else with the same kind of reputation.

Lorraine was fully aware of those who thought she was a fake and a fraud, as well as those who thought she was just plain crazy. Her reputation had taken a huge blow after her involvement in the Amityville ‘hoax,’ and it was incredibly difficult to bounce back from that. Especially with what she did being so controversial to begin with.

But, the house that this girl spoke of wasn’t exactly unknown either: Murder House. With a name like that, it stood to reason that there would be bad things attached to it, inside it even. And since she and her husband had been in town doing a lecture anyway, Lorraine had looked into it. It had seemed like random curiosity at the time, but now she wasn’t so sure. Things had a funny way of working out sometimes.

“I believe you.”

She knew how much the simple words could mean to someone, the weight it could lift from one’s shoulders. But, she also didn’t say them lightly. Oh, she always believed that people thought they needed her special kind of help, but their ‘hauntings’ weren’t always what they thought they were. Sometimes they could be explained away by perfectly logical means. This time, not so much. She didn’t have to enter the house to know she spoke the truth. There was something there. Thirty-six known deaths on the property said there had to be, some deep-rooted feeling that she couldn’t explain confirmed it. So, she met the girl’s eyes so that she could see she was absolutely serious and repeated the simple, not so simple statement.

“I believe you.”


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She could feel the house even before she could see it, the rain limiting her vision more than she liked but not doing anything to lessen that part of her that warned her against the darkness she was approaching. She didn’t have to step inside or even onto the property itself to know that young Violet Harmon wasn’t crazy. At least not based on the things she had to have seen or experienced inside the house. It was a…bad place. That was an understatement for what she was feeling, but an apt description nonetheless.

Her forward momentum was thrown off when she stepped into a deeper puddle than the ones she had traipsed through on her way here and she reached out to grasp the gate to keep her balance. It was almost as if she had been struck by lightning, though the electricity shooting across the sky was nowhere near her physical location. No, this was another kind of shock entirely, and she jerked her hand back as if burned. But, it wasn’t heat she felt, it was a burning cold. It was nothing compared to the wet chill the storm and lack of umbrella had caused.

This was deeper, darker. It wasn’t going to go away with warm clothes or beverages or any of the usual things that would take the chill away. This was a cold that was almost enough to freeze her where she stood, to make her turn and walk away while she could despite her promise to Violet that she would come and check out her home, that she would help her with the situation she had so desperately brought to her attention.

Taking a deep breath, she squinted toward the house, the heavy rain still falling, plastering her hair to her head and soaking her completely. She did not want to approach and she couldn’t imagine anyone – gifted or not – living in such a place. Yet, here they were. The Harmons were only the most recent in a long stream of people to inhabit the house and likely not the last. But, the Harmons, Violet in particular, needed her help and that was what she did if she could.

Pulling her soaked jacket tighter around herself as if she could ward off the external cold if not the deep seated internal one, she started walking once more. Avoiding touching the gates again or anything not purely required for her trek to the door, she paused once again as she looked up at the house. But, this wasn’t a house. Or, it wasn’t only a house. It was so much more than that. Though just what, she didn’t yet know. She didn’t want to know.

After a long moment of just looking at the house looming over her, a shadow in itself, she finally unwrapped one arm from around her body and lifted her hand to ring the doorbell. That hand hesitated, hovered over the button for a long moment as if something were trying to give her one last chance to back out. A little part of her said to take that opportunity. A bigger part said to continue with what she was doing.

Pressing the button, she listened to the chimes echoing through the house. Squaring her shoulders, she straightened her posture slightly. She knew her drowned rat appearance wasn’t the most professional looking, but that didn’t mean she had to add a hunched and pathetic demeanor to the mix. This wasn’t her first time dealing with dark entities, and if she was going to help then she had to convince them – and herself – that she could do just that.

As she waited for someone to answer, she risked a glance around. It was almost as if something or someone were watching her, but the rain was too heavy to see if that was really the case. And maybe she wouldn’t have been able to physically see whatever it was anyway. Maybe it was the house itself that was watching. She shook her head and tried to chuckle to herself at that very idea, but couldn’t quite manage it because maybe that wasn’t too far from the truth.

Finally her attention was drawn back as she heard footsteps approaching the door and it was pulled open a moment after those footsteps stopped. She plastered what she could of a smile on her face and prepared to greet whoever it was that had answered the door. “Hello. I’m here to investigate the house.”
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Twelve years old and on a weekend retreat from the Catholic girls’ school she normally attended. A weekend that didn’t allow for socializing or even talking of any kind. Only praying. Deemed necessary by one of the teachers at her school because she had been considered ‘fanciful’ when she told the Sister that the woman’s light shown brighter even than that of the Mother Superior. How was she to know that others couldn’t see the things she saw? She had thought it was perfectly normal. And, oh how she wanted to be normal. Why couldn’t she just be like everyone else?

She truly didn’t understand why someone wouldn’t want to know something like that. A brighter light meant a brighter soul, a good person. Shouldn’t everyone be told they were good? But, if there was one thing that Lorraine Moran was, it was a fast learner. That weekend made her realize that the things she saw, sensed and felt were not normal, everyday things that everyone experienced. They were not always things people wanted pointed out and maybe…maybe they were not things she should talk about at all.

Because, they were not always good things like what she had said to the Sister. She saw other things, too. Things that were scary and she wanted to pretend weren’t there because if she didn’t acknowledge them, maybe they would go away. Those things she didn’t talk about. Talking made things more real and she couldn’t pretend if she brought those things into the light.

Shadows slithering, sliding, creeping. Sometimes appearing somewhat humanoid in shape, sometimes nothing even close. Sometimes just something slightly darker than the shadows around it, sometimes something not visible at all but still so clearly there. A whisper in the dark. A feeling of being watched, stalked, hunted. A bad feeling that couldn’t be described as anything but just that: bad.

The weekend away gave her time to do nothing but think and she didn’t like where that thinking had taken her. The Sister had said that she was fanciful because she had pointed out something that others couldn’t see. Was that true? Was she making it up? She didn’t think so. Why would she do that when she wanted nothing more than to be like everyone else? When she had thought she was like everyone else. No, what she saw was really there, but maybe…maybe it didn’t have to be.

Maybe if she denied it hard enough, convinced herself, willed hard enough…maybe it would just all go away. She couldn’t think of these abilities – if that was the right word for them – as gifts at all. They were more like a curse that made her stand out among the rest of the world, prevented her from fitting in, and showed her things she didn’t understand. Things she sometimes didn’t want to. What was the good in having such things?

Her retreat had been a sobering one and her return revealed a different child. She was even more quiet and somber upon first arriving. Clearly the weekend had had its intended effect and she was no longer going to be going on about the things that had caused her to be sent away in the first place. She was going to focus more on her studies and the things that her school and the church offered. She would be what they wanted her to be and leave those other things behind.

She would.

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It was harder than she had anticipated, deliberately not seeing the things all around her, not allowing herself to believe they were there, that she had made them up and had now seen the light. It was like something constantly out of whack, out of reach. It was like walking on egg shells as she attempted to play the part of normal, dutiful little Catholic girl with nothing extraordinary about her at all.

But, no matter how much she pretended, how much she wished it all away, she couldn’t stop it all completely. In sleep she had no control. In sleep those things suppressed in the daylight had free reign. Both the good and the bad, but the bad seemed to have more strength the more she tried to deny it all.

Darkness. A darkness so black that it felt almost tangible, thick and inky and oppressive. There was something there in that darkness. Watching. Waiting. For what she had no idea, but it sent chills down her spine and jolted her into what she thought was wakefulness.

Jerking upright in bed with a gasp, she pulled her blankets up to her chin and squinted as she waited for her eyes to adjust to the blackness around her. It took longer than she thought and a terror began to creep through her as her eyes darted this way and that, trying to detect what it was that was in the room with her.

When that didn’t work, she squeezed her eyes shut, clinging to the blankets almost like a shield that would protect her from anything that might wish her harm. “This isn’t real…I made it all up…I’m a fanciful child with fanciful stories that have no basis in reality.” The first part was her own thinking, the second parroted from what she had been repeatedly told before the epiphany that brought her to her current state of denial.

“This isn’t real. I made it all up.” The words were repeated as if she could convince herself and therefore the world that they were true. Almost a prayer in their intensity and the desperate need for them to protect her. Something she didn’t feel she could do herself, something she had been telling herself wasn’t necessary. If things weren’t real, then she needed no protection from them.

She was trembling as the words faded, but her mouth continued to move, silently repeating the words over and over. The words froze on her lips and ice shot through her veins as she felt something touch her shoulder. What flashed before her eyes was something she couldn’t describe later had she tried.

Evil.
Pure evil.
Screams.
Darkness.
Pain.
Loss.

So many people suffering. So much torture and death and worse. Betrayal and possession and everything that couldn’t exist that went bump in the night. People dying, people crying, people hurting each other and themselves.

Laughter, cruel and mocking and triumphant. Eyes glowing red, eyes black as the deepest pit of Hell. Claws and teeth and horns. Cheshire grins and eternal amusement with the suffering of others.

A voice, deep and regretful, almost shimmering in the darkness, sad as it came from the shadows. Unfamiliar, never before heard, but resonating in her heart nonetheless: “I’m sorry, Lorraine.”

A shock, another jolt, but of a different kind. Her eyes snapping open, tears streaming down young, child plump cheeks. “No!” Sobs tearing from her throat as her head jerked back and forth in denial, in terror. Overwhelmed and teetering on the brink of insanity. Something clicking, almost snapping into place with a finality that left her senses numb as the visions faded and the silence descended once more.

Opening her eyes once more, she swallowed hard, the painful sobs tapering off slowly. The darkness was fading, the touch on her shoulder gone as if it had never existed. A glance around and she knew she wasn’t alone. But, this presence was different. This presence was lighter. This presence didn’t want to hurt her. Yet part of her didn’t want to see it either. Didn’t want to see any of it. She just wanted it all to fade back into her imagination where it all belonged.

But, it wasn’t fading. It was only getting stronger and since it wasn’t going away, she did the only thing she could. She called out to it. “Hello?” Her voice trembled, hoarse as if it hadn’t been used for some time. “I know you’re there!” It didn’t come out as strong as she wanted it to, but part of her knew it didn’t have to. She would be heard whether she spoke aloud or not. “I’m not scared!” A total lie. She was still trembling as she watched and waited for what was to come.

It couldn’t be worse than what she had already seen, could it? She wasn’t sure, but she knew she was about to find out as she watched something step out of the shadows.

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Whatever the reason for these dreams, they only made Lorraine more determined than ever to suppress these things, to ignore them, to forget them if she could. For the next few years, that was just what she did. She focused on being what she was supposed to be: just like everyone else. Or…not quite just like them, but at least normal.

Oh, her girlfriends became use to her little quirks. The times when her attention would wander and she would appear to be somewhere else entirely. They just figured that she was daydreaming more than the rest of them and they needed to draw her attention back. They liked her enough that they were usually more amused by it than anything, teasing her about what she might have been thinking about that had taken her attention from them. They were never even remotely close, but it was nice to know that they accepted the things that she couldn’t – wouldn’t – explain to them. It was good because it helped her to ignore it better as well, though none of it ever fully went away.

It wasn’t until she was sixteen-years-old that this began to change. That was the year that she met her soulmate and the one person who believed her, who understood, because he went through things that were unexplainable and definitely not ‘normal’ as well. She knew from the moment that they met that they were meant to be together and she wasn’t wrong.

Engaged at seventeen, married at eighteen, they were as close as it was possible for two people to be. Truly two halves of one soul brought together for a reason. Though Lorraine didn’t know that reason at first and she didn’t really care. They were together and that was what mattered. Even after he enlisted and left her for a time. They still managed to make it work. They had each other, they had their daughter and somehow she always knew he was going to come back to her.

And he did. And he brought her back to herself as well. It was because of him that she began to accept her abilities. Those things he called ‘gifts.’ The things she had been trying to ignore and get rid of for the last four years of her life. She began to accept that she was never really going to be normal and that was okay because neither of them were normal but they could be odd together. They could use that strangeness for good. They could use it to help others. People who couldn’t find help anywhere else because no one else believed.

And so, that was what they did. She embraced her clairvoyance and other abilities and he became the only non-ordained demonologist recognized by the Catholic church and they set out to do what they were meant to do.

At first it was touch and go, hit and miss. At first people didn’t ask for their help, they had to offer it. But, they had to offer it in a way that it seemed like they weren’t. In their twenties, the young couple would be drawn to these ‘haunted’ houses and to gain access they took a rather odd route, but one that seemed to work out rather well. Her husband would stand outside the house, sketching it and then painting it while those inside watched and wondered what he was doing. Once the painting was finished, she would take it to the door and offer it to the residents as a special gift, all of her personality and charm gaining them access to do what they needed to do.

It wasn’t long before they became more well known and people started seeking out their help. It was help they didn’t deny and the cases stacked up, but never blended into each other. They weren’t all legitimate, of course. Though all the cases they accepted were from people who truly believed they were being haunted. A lot of those scary things could be explained away, debunked without too much effort and those were the cases that they liked. That was what they wanted the results to be.But, there were plenty of times that was not the case as well and the things they faced were much darker, much scarier, much more dangerous. Those were the things that lingered in her mind and heart and took a little piece of her each time they faced them. Those were the things that she refused to let conquer her – though one had come close – and that was how she found herself where she did today.
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Ed Warren
How we met: At the theater where Ed worked.
First Date: Jitterbugging at the local dance hall, early 1943

“Do you go dancing often?” She finally asked, when the silence had gone on for a bit. “I don’t. I mean, I’ve gone with my girlfriends and of course the whole family night thing, but…” She trailed off, thinking that just sounded lame. “But not…on a date.” There. It wasn’t something she had wanted to admit, but with how she was acting, she figured it was pretty obvious she didn’t do this a lot, didn’t know what she was supposed to be doing or how she was supposed to act. She liked him. A lot. And she didn’t even know him. But, she wasn’t sure he felt the same, couldn’t see why he would.

She attempted a smile again when they arrived at the dance hall, hesitating and wondering if she should wait for him to open her door for her again as he had before. He took the option from her as he hurried around to do so and she reached for his hand again, not waiting for him to accept this time as she climbed out of the car and he closed the door behind her. “Thank you.” She shifted to weave her arm through his as she had earlier, feeling slightly more confident this time, though not much. He hadn’t pulled away any of the other times she had initiated such contact, so she was taking that as – and hoping she was right – a sign that he wouldn’t do so now.

Her eyes lit up as they got closer to the doors and they could clearly hear the strains of Glenn Miller from inside. She did love to dance and she was good at it, even if she didn’t have much practice on the couple part of it. And who didn’t love Glenn Miller?

She found herself tugging on Ed just a bit as the doors were pulled open for them and they were greeted with a grin and wide welcoming gesture into the main floor of the dance hall. The music was loud and there was already a crowd. While it might normally be intimidating, Lorraine was surprised to realize that she was really happy and looking forward to this. The dance floor was full, the crowd seeming like one group willing to dance with anyone. Couples, singles, it didn’t matter who you were, if you were in range, you became a dance partner to anyone who found themselves needing one.

Turning sparkling eyes on Ed, Lorraine grinned. “Ready to swing a wing?” She asked, not waiting for an answer before pulling him toward that crowded dance floor and weaving her way through to a spot big enough for both of them before she let go of his arm and started to move to the music. It was hard not to let the music move you when in such an atmosphere as this. It was one of the reasons she loved this place. It wasn’t just a group of people, it was a unit, everyone happy to include everyone else. It was magic.
Take my hand
Take my whole life, too
I can't help falling
In love with you
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The day sixteen-year-old Lorraine Moran met her soulmate was a day like any other. The year was 1943 and signs of the war raging over seas were present all around them as she and a couple of her girlfriends walked the main street of Bridgeport, Connecticut on their way toward the Polis Majestic theater. Posters and radio ads screamed for the purchase of war bonds, an emotional plea for the citizens of the United States to support their men and their country in a simple act of patriotism that anyone could participate in. Everywhere you looked you were encouraged to do your part and contribute to the national defense.

Enlistment posters were just as prominent, recruitment attempts for men to fight for their country, their freedom and to destroy the Japanese who had gotten the US involved in this war to begin with - Pearl Harbor had been forgotten by no one – and to free those held under Nazi tyranny to reopen world communication and cooperation. Women were encouraged to join the fight as well, due to the shortage of manpower. Not only were they needed as switchboard operators, telegraphers, mechanics and drivers, but to actually join the women’s Army corps and the Navy. By the fall of last year the Women’s Auxiliary Air Squadron began training women pilots who flew planes to different military bases in the United States. They tested the aircrafts and performed other non-combat flight duties, afraid they would never be allowed in the military again if they weren’t sufficient in a chosen role. Woman power was on the rise.

Even those at home were encouraged to accept the ration books with grace and dignity, proving that women were just as important in their ability to care for their families, to keep them happy and healthy on less than they had once had. That rationing was an art that women were to be praised and appreciated for. They were also encouraged and expected to step into the rolls of the men who had gone overseas to fight for their country, staffing factories and manufacturing plants, for the duration of the war and only until the men returned. Many women who had been employed in fields strictly for women, such as secretarial positions and domestic jobs were eager to try their hands at jobs only men had done before, becoming taxi and streetcar drivers, heavy construction machinery operators, lumber and steel mill workers, building dirigibles, making munitions and much more.

Propaganda was everywhere that you looked, print, film and radio. Rosie the Riveter, in her bandana covered hair and her blue coveralls with the sleeve rolled back proclaimed “We Can Do It!" from posters seen just about everywhere.

Amidst that propaganda and the demands that the country to what it could to aid in the war efforts, radios cried out news from around the world, while newspapers could be seen on street corners and in hands of many around the city, headlines screaming out to catch the attention of those patriotic enough to care…or just curios as to the state of the world they were now living in.

WAR CONFERENCE OF HIGH OFFICERS HELD IN NORTH AFRICA

ROSEVELT, STALIN, CHURCHILL AGREE ON PLANS FOR WAR ON GERMANY IN TALKS AT TEHERAN; 1,500 MORE TONS OF BOMBS DROPPED ON BERLIN

U.S. FORCES HAVE OUTFLANKED JAPS ON GUADALCANAL

ALLIES TAKE 2 CITIES: DUCE FREE, SAY NAZIS

JAPS EXECUTE YANKEE PRISONERS

AMERICANS TAKE KASSERINE GAP: BRITISH PROBE MARETH OUTPOSTS: NAZI ATTACKS SLOW SOVIET DRIVE

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None of that was really on the minds of the three girls as they walked, however. Though war and its effects swirled around them and was unavoidable, life still had to go on and they were still teenagers. Discussions ranged from school to studies to friends – and enemies – to the fact that Betty had a new pair of Saddle shoes. Of all of the topics, the shoes were by far the most important because there was a shoe ration along with all of the others and shoes were, of course, a big deal for all of the girls.

“Aren’t they just killer-diller?” Betty was twisting her foot this way and that, just outside the movie theater where they now stood, so that her two companions could get the best view of her new footwear. She knew that she was stylish and a thing of jealousy in that moment. None of her friends had such a thing to show off and so she was enjoying her brief moment in the spotlight. She flipped her dark hair over one shoulder and offered a huge smile to her friends.

“Yeah, yeah.” Alice was rolling her eyes and making a point of looking anywhere but at those coveted shoes while sneaking a glance whenever she could. She didn’t have as much as most of her friends, money or material possessions, and jealousy hit her hard and often. As her gaze was drawn to those pristine white bobby socks and the ever-coveted shoes, she repressed a scowl, but she couldn’t manage a smile. So, she settled for an attempt at aloof instead.

She knew her attempt was futile when Betty’s smile only grew and she preened even more. She seemed to live on other peoples’ admiration and jealousy. “Aw, c’mon, Ali-girl.” She wheedled. “You know they’re pretty special. You can admit it, I won’t tell.” She stuck her foot out again, admiring the shoe herself. “You know, I’m sure Charles would get you a pair if you asked him real nicely.” She spoke as if the idea was an offhand one, but the sly smirk said otherwise.

That drew Alice’s attention back and her eyes narrowed slightly before she shook her head as if brushing the idea off without much thought. “Charles has much more important things to spend his money on than that.” She spoke as if her boyfriend were above such things and her friend was a child for even suggesting such a thing. Besides, it took much more than just money to acquire more shoes than each family was allotted in their ration books.

“More important than you?” Betty couldn’t resist, though she knew she was pushing it. Not only was Alice the jealous type when it came to things like killer-diller shoes, but she was very possessive of the aforementioned boyfriend and the slightest mention of him being anything less than completely devoted was enough to set her scowling.

When the dig got her nothing more than the expected scowl, she was somewhat disappointed. But, since she didn’t really want to fight anyway, she shrugged and turned her attention to her other friend who had made no mention of her shoes or their friend’s boyfriend’s priorities. “What do you think, Lorraine?” She asked, sticking out her foot one more time, knowing she could usually count on at least an attempt at pleasantries from that corner.

Lorraine, however, wasn’t paying attention to the controversial shoe conversation at all. Her gaze was riveted on the movie house they stood outside, a slightly glazed look in her eyes. Something pulled her toward the place, though she would never in a million years tell her friends that. She had learned her lesson the hard way when she was twelve and she had mentioned to the nun at the girls’ Catholic school she was attending that her light shown brighter than even the Mother Superior’s.

At the time she had thought that everyone could see and feel the things she did, but she had quickly learned that was not the case. That revelation had resulted in a weekend away that allowed for no talking or socializing of any kind. An entire weekend of strictly praying and contemplating the admonishment to not be so fanciful. While she might not have learned the lesson that was intended, she had learned another. Those things about her weren’t special at all. They made her different and different was not what she wanted to be.

She had stopped mentioning anything that could be considered different or strange, buried those abilities, or whatever they were, deeply inside. She tried to avoid them, to tell herself that they weren’t real and that the Sister had been right. She was just a fanciful child. Yet, even at her most convincing, they never went away entirely.

“Lorraine!” Betty snapped her fingers in front of her face with an exasperated and yet amused expression. She and Alice were used to their friend’s wandering mind and constant distractions. She often seemed to be elsewhere, thinking about other things rather than paying attention to what was going on around her. But, that was okay. They liked her anyway. “You awake in there?”

Blinking, Lorraine stared at her friend for a moment and then she felt a heat rise to her cheeks that she hoped wasn’t resulting in a visible blush. “Sorry. I was thinking about something else.” She murmured, relieved to see a grin on Betty’s face, though she adopted a mock offended expression shortly after.

“Clearly!” She huffed, hands on her hips. “Here we were, admiring my new shoes and you weren’t even paying attention! And I thought you were my friend!” She put a hand dramatically over her heart and the other on her forehead as if she were a martyr from one of the movies they all so loved and might just pass out from the utter betrayal.

After a moment, she peeked at Lorraine from under the hand on her forehead and her expression shifted to one more knowing and teasing. “There’s only one thing I can think of that might be more important than me.” She said, dropping both hands and leaning slightly forward. A glance at Alice showed that the other girl was apparently over their little discussion and was arching an eyebrow as she waited to hear what the darker girl had come up with.

“Something’s more important than you?” Lorraine attempted levity, but she wasn’t sure what her friend was getting at, so she didn’t try too hard. “I would never have guessed.”

“Only one thing.” Betty nodded sagely, pausing dramatically for a long moment. “Boys!”

The revelation made both Lorraine and Alice blink in surprise and then they all burst into laughter. It would figure that was the one thing Betty would deem important. “Boys? Why would I be thinking about boys?” Lorraine finally asked, neither confirming nor denying the accusation.

“Why wouldn’t you be?” Betty asked in return, shifting to link her arm with both of her friends as she guided them toward the ticket booth. She almost started laughing again when she saw just who it was that was working the booth and settled for subtly nudging Lorraine’s shoulder meaningfully instead.

Lorraine didn’t notice the nudge, her attention was once more focused on something that wasn’t her friends. Though the same age as them, she wasn’t so sure that Ed Warren qualified as a ‘boy.’ He was serious and hard working and…well, she didn’t know him enough to know what else he was. She just knew that she often saw him working here at the theater when she made her way downtown. He was…interesting, but she had never really spoken to him at all. Ignoring the nudge completely, she released both of her friends’ arms and stepped forward to request their tickets, offering a shy smile to Ed as she slid her money forward.

He studied her for a long moment and then placed the money on top of the tickets and slid them all back to her with a smile. “On the house.”

The smile did things to her that she hadn’t thought possible and Lorraine was at a loss for words as she reached for the money and tickets. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.” She finally managed, attempting to pay once more, her hands shaking slightly as she tried to figure out just what it was that was going on.

He shook his head and mock pouted. “Are you trying to stop me from being a gentleman here?” He asked as if disappointed. “I’m trying to do a favor for a pretty lady. I would appreciate it if you’d just accept it.” He flashed that smile one more time and she couldn’t come up with a reply.

“Hey, thanks!” Betty swooped in to the rescue, grinning at Ed while she took Lorraine’s arm and started to guide her into the theater. “Come on, Lorraine. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” She offered a wave back to Edward and pulled Lorraine forward.

A glance back showed Lorraine that he was watching her. Something clicked with almost an audible sound, making her feel an entirely different warmth than the embarrassment of a few minutes earlier. She found herself offering him the most beautifully sincere smile she had ever displayed before returning her attention to her friends.

“I think he likes you.” Betty nudged her again, while Alice agreed from the other side, both girls were getting far too much enjoyment out of a simple nice gesture, she was sure of it.

A glance back showed that he had turned his attention to another customer and was no longer looking in her direction, but she could still feel him anyway. “What makes you think that?” She asked almost absently. Of the odd feelings she got almost constantly, most were not pleasant. This was something entirely different than she had ever experienced before.

“Just a feeling.” Betty grinned, shifting to take her hand instead of her arm as she pulled her toward the doors to find their seats. “Just a feeling.” When they were seated and waiting for the movie to start, Lorraine expected the gossip to start up again or for Betty to show off her shoes just one more time. What she got was not what she had thought. “You know.” Betty leaned forward so that she could see both of her friends. “Some things are just meant to be.”
Ed Warren
*****Second connection box (right side) starts here.*****

Lorraine knew that Judy had no real idea what it was that she and her husband did for a living. That was a deliberate choice on their behalf. The child was too young to fully understand and there was no reason to terrify her needlessly. But, there was every reason to urge caution when it came to their collections room and the items locked inside. They were dangerous, especially to an innocent child such as Judy. She should have known that forbidding the child to enter, to touch any of the things inside, was the one surefire way to ensure she would do just the opposite…

The room itself was a source of debate between Ed and the church. Many clergy members thought it unwise to have such a large amount of cursed and haunted objects all gathered in one place. That was only asking for some kind of trouble. Even if it was blessed regularly and they took every possible precaution with keeping the room as safe as it could be. Even as he began to find their daughter in the room more and more often, her curiosity getting the better of her, Ed still didn’t change his mind. He preferred to have the items under his own watchful eye, rather than locked up in some vault or similar place where there was the chance of someone stumbling on them and releasing the entities he and Lorraine had labored so hard to trap.

Lorraine herself didn’t care for the room. The combined energies were often overwhelming and she preferred to avoid it when she could. Of course there was no true avoidance when it was part of their home. It was always in the back of her mind. A weight she just couldn’t quite shake. She had just learned how to tolerate and live with it. Though she never quite got fully used to it. Sometimes it repelled her, making her feel almost physically ill if she let herself focus on it for any amount of time. Other times it tried to draw her in and those times were harder to fight.

Judy’s curiosity about the room, about one item in particular, was a source of constant fear for her. She knew what those things were capable of and the idea of anything latching onto her daughter was terrifying. That was why, even when Ed had hesitantly suggested they start allowing Judy to enter the room when he was there with her to make sure she didn’t touch anything, she had vehemently refused. He wanted Judy to start seeing what they did, to know that she didn’t have to fear the paranormal. That she had to be careful, but that the things beyond the ordinary weren’t always bad and sometimes good could come of the things that ‘normal’ people just didn’t understand.

Even that had not shifted Lorraine’s thinking and it was one of the rare points of contention between them. They didn’t often argue, and when they did, it was usually about the safety of one or the other and ended with them working together to conquer whatever it was that they were facing. This was different. This they did not agree on.

“Do you want her to grow up terrified like we did? Like you did? Trying to deny the existence of the things we both know are out there?”

The words slung at her had hit their mark, making her wince with guilt and a fear she just couldn’t shake. Of course she didn’t want her daughter to feel the way she had growing up. These things were real and she wanted Judy to know nothing but that truth. But, she also didn’t want her daughter to experience the things she had, the things she still did on a daily basis. She didn’t want her first glimpses of those other things to be dark ones that could bring her harm or worse. But, how long could she truly keep those things from her?

It was something she never wanted to find out.

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THE DEVIL'S CARNIVAL

Lorraine questioned why she was here and yet she knew at the same time or thought maybe she knew. Pride? Hubris? Ego? Some kind of hero complex that made her think she could actually do something about this carnival that was making news worldwide? That was what she did, right? Wrong. This was nothing like what she did. Not even close. This was Hell. So much so, that she briefly wondered if she really had died and gone to her final destination. Part of her brain said that wasn’t possible. The dead didn’t feel or think. But, a bigger part of her knew that was a lie. The dead could feel, they could suffer. They did all the time. But, that didn’t sit comfortably with her either because she couldn’t quite make herself believe she was truly dead. Her unwavering faith didn’t want to allow her to believe she had been so completely forsaken. Even if she had walked through the gates completely of her own accord.

And none of that did anything to ease her distress and confusion because even if this wasn’t the Hell it was a Hell and there was just no getting around that. Even if the laughing and jostling crowd didn’t see it that way. At first. The world in general seemed to see it as the attraction it pretended to be. A carnival full of fun and games. The world in general often refused to see what was right in front of its face.

At this point, she wasn’t even sure how she had ended up here, just at the entrance of the tent, part of the eager audience in front of the stage containing the giant wheel with the girl strapped to it, and yet not part of it at the same time. They were so…amused and excited for the show, thinking that was all it was. An elaborate act meant to simply entertain as everything else in this place was clearly designed to do. Even the girl herself didn’t seem to see what was really going on.

Wincing each time a knife thunked into the wheel, Lorraine tried to avert her gaze, but it was constantly drawn back. It was painful to watch, to know that this was not the game it appeared to be. These fancy and fanciful Carnival members weren’t just people with makeup and special effects. Oh, no. They were much more than that. And they were numerous, they were strong…they were unbeatable.

That was an even worse pain, a torturous one because her experience was with just that. Helping people to expel inhuman entities and demons from their lives. She had been foolish enough to try do that here. To break the rules in order to try to help a girl much like the one on the stage now. It had landed her as an attraction herself and that wasn’t an experience one just walked away from as if nothing had happened. That was a large part of why she didn’t try to do so again here. She wasn’t eager to repeat the experience. She just watched dully as the girl slowly came to the realization of what was going on. Too late, of course, as that last knife flew and hit with something more meaty and wet than the thunk of the wheel itself.

She was stepping forward before she thought to stop herself, but froze in her tracks as someone else entered center stage. Something else? How exactly did one classify the Devil himself? And what exactly did she think she could actually do anyway? Silence hush had fallen over the entire tent and all eyes were eagerly waiting for the next show to come as the girl was removed from the target and the lights went out only for a spotlight to illuminate the fact that the one who had made the girl his target had become just that.

And then the show began again and her eyes widened as she watched, some of the dullness fading beneath the slight spark that still remained. She had been bent by her experiences here thus far, but not broken. Never that. Her gaze drifted slightly to those so caught up in the show once more as if the words, sing-song as they were, had caught them up again, which was likely just what had happened. Each time the knife flew, the enthusiasm and excitement seemed to grow, the audience bouncing in their seats and clapping along – willingly or not. Though she had never thought it possible, the screams belonging to the demon now strapped to the wooden target filled her with a sympathy and revulsion and helplessness similar to what she had felt when it was a human on the wheel. How could she feel that way about the things she worked so hard to get rid of every day of her life? How could she care if such an entity received punishment in the form of what he had done to someone else? She couldn’t, she shouldn’t and yet…she did. Because torture was torture and it was never right.

Stepping back once more as their illustrious host hopped down off the stage, issuing a request for someone to lock up the suffering demon and someone else to prepare the next act, which the audience was eagerly awaiting, she turned to leave the tent. Of all the things she could encounter here Lucifer was not at the top of the list. Not that anything here was even on that list or a wanted encounter at this point.

She lifted a hand to her mouth to suppress a moan, because she wasn’t sure she could handle being face to face with the Devil himself, and practically stumbled out of the tent, hoping that maybe it was someone else who had caught his attention and feeling guilty for how close to a prayer it was that this might be the case, that she would wish that fate on anyone else.

She was almost sure she was home free, a certainty she should have known was too good to be true, when she glanced around, having no idea what direction to go except away as quickly as she could. A slight feeling of relief was quickly distinguished as she turned around and her jaw dropped, eyes wide once more. How she had not noticed his approach was beyond her and she supposed it didn’t matter in the end because he was right there and she had nowhere to go.

“Oh…”

She couldn’t even initially form a coherent sentence as her mind spun in circles that attempted to figure out what to do to get out of this and came up with no solution. And so, she ended up just standing there for a long moment, staring at him and waiting…
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LAKE COMPOUNCE (Original Storyline)

Lake Compounce was a combination water and amusement park that was supposed to be filled with fun and thrills and everything an amusement park was meant to bring to the crowds who visited them. It was also the oldest continuously operating amusement park in North America, having opened in 1846.

The name was derived from John Compound, a Mattatuck/Tunxis Native American Chieftain who allegedly drowned in the lake after signing a deed over to a group of white settlers who had migrated there from Massachusetts in 1684.

In 1846, a Bristol scientist was allowed to do “a series of beautiful experiments in electricity” that were well publicized and involved explosives and failed. The crowd in attendance inspired Gad Norton, the owner of the land and lake, to open a park that was used as a beautifully successful picnic park through the post-Civil War era.

1895 brought the construction of a casino on the property as the first permanent building built there. Later that year, the Bristol and Plainville Tramway Company built the Southington and Compounce trolley line. Shortly after that, Lake Compounce purchased the Lake Compounce Carousel for $10,000 on Memorial day in 1911. The carousel is was added to the National Register of Historic Places.

The park’s first electric-powered roller coaster, the Green Dragon, opened in 1914 but was torn down in 1927 to make room for the Wildcat, a wooden coaster built by the Philadelphia Toboggan Company. The Wildcat remained in operation through the years to follow.

In the early 1930’s the casino was expanded to add a dance floor and the all time attendance record was set in the spring of 1941 when 5,000 people attended a concert by Tommy Dorsey’s reorganized band that included the not yet famous Frank Sinatra. The Depression – and the growing popularity of the automobile – threw trolleys into a decline, which affected the parks on those trolley lines greatly. In 1943, Lake Compounce purchased a miniature steam railroad to offer rides around the lake.

The park’s success remained steady until the late 1960’s when attendance began to decrease until it was purchased by Hershey Entertainment and Resorts Company who had to close the park after one off season due to poor marketing, low attendance and repeated ride outages. This closure was upsetting to the local representatives.

It was next purchased by Joseph Entertainment Group, who renamed the park Lake Compounce Festival Park. Renovations began and the park acquired a new 20,000 seat outdoor amphitheater with many notable acts to come for performances. Concentrating on concerts rather than the amusement park part of the property caused closures of the Wildcat roller coaster and many other rides and it came to light that the company was nearly $900,000 behind in taxes and had not refunded a large amount of money to ticket-holders for cancelled concerts. For a time the park remained open only on Labor Day weekend and only to keep the streak as oldest continuously operated park in the country alive.

Finally the park was purchased by The Kennywood Entertainment Company and renovations started to pick up the pieces. Back taxes were immediately paid and more than $24 million was spent on more than 20 new rides included in the reconstruction. Focus lay on bringing the modern day into the traditional and finding a balance that worked. A state of the art roller coaster and white water raft ride were added along side the 1927 roller coaster and the 1911 Carousel, and of course the antique trolley remained. The park had received a new beginning.

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Walking through the park was a pleasant experience, even with the crowds chattering and screaming and milling around them. The weather was nice and everyone seemed to be having a grand old time. Looking down at her daughter as they strolled hand-in-hand, Lorraine couldn’t help but smile. They didn’t get as much family time as she would like and so the idea of a girls’ day was one she had jumped at. An amusement park was such a normal way to spend the day with her daughter and Judy’s enjoyment only enhanced her own.

The park was huge and she was pretty sure they would never be able to see it all, or even all the things they wanted to, in a single day. But, that was okay. They could always come back another time. “Where to now?” She asked, still smiling as she waited for Judy’s answer. They had wandered around for a little while, trying to decide what to do first when there were so many options. That had led to a few rides – the Ferris wheel, the pirate ship, even the bumper cars. Now it was a decision of either playing some games, since that was where their path had taken them, or the other direction to one of the other rides and she was leaving it up to Judy to decide.

Judy’s eyes widened a little at the enormous decision laid before her and then she looked thoughtful as she brought her ice cream cone up to her mouth for a taste before she finally replied. “The Wildcat!” She grinned up at her mother, eyes now sparkling with excitement as she mentioned the park’s oldest roller coaster. She was definitely not afraid of much and rides were no exception.

“All right.” Lorraine murmured, glancing around. She wasn’t a big fan of roller coasters herself, but she wasn’t totally against riding them either. They could see the towering form from where they stood and so it wasn’t hard to wind their way around to the end of the line waiting to board. The sign showed a picture of a snarling tiger with its claws extended above the name of the ride and people gathered underneath in eager anticipation. It wasn’t one of the scariest looking coasters, no harrowing upside down twisty loops to speak of, but the first drop at the beginning seemed intense enough to make it worth at least riding once.

Chatting easily with Judy, they made their way through the line, following those before them while listening to the laughter and screams of those on the ride. It wasn’t a particularly long ride and so they found themselves near the front in what seemed like no time at all. Stepping up to the turnstile, they watched the people just before them strap themselves into the seat. It was their turn next, but not quite yet. One of the women seated in the front offered Judy a smile and thumbs up as the ride began to move, Judy grinning in return and dancing in place a little in anticipation.

The ride sounded rickety and old as the train began it’s climb to the top of the sixty-eight foot drop. It was slow going at first, jerking as if the chains pulling the cars were rusty or sticking and didn’t want to function properly. After a moment, it stopped completely, only about halfway up its intended climb before slowly backing down the incline.

People began to murmur around them, most pretty sure this wasn’t how the ride was supposed to be running. A glance at the operator showed a confused and concerned frown on the young girl’s face as she began pushing buttons and controls in an attempt to get it running properly again. When the train slowed down again, just above the loading area Lorraine felt a chill down her spine that had nothing to do with anything that she could actually see.

She pulled Judy just a little closer and looked around again. Everyone looked relieved because even malfunctioning, or whatever was happening, the riders would be able to get off until it was fixed once the cars returned to their beginning positions and no one had been hurt, even if they were confused and a little more afraid than they really wanted to be.

The car train came to a stop and its occupants moved to start unbuckling their seatbelts and raising the bars. Disappointed that they hadn’t gotten the ride they’d wanted, but glad to be getting off at the same time. Before any of them could actually get off, or even stand up – before half of them had gotten their belts unlocked – there was a loud click as if something were starting up or changing directions and a grinding noise from the chains beneath the car. Suddenly the car jerked into motion, driving forward and upward at a speed that the ride wasn’t even supposed to be able to achieve.

Where there had been screams of mock fright and laughter from the previous riders, there were now sounds of sheer terror as each gripped the bar in front of them as if for dear life, faces pale, mouths wide and eyes wild. The girl operating the ride slammed her hand down on the big red STOP button, but it did no good. Those around Lorraine and her daughter seemed torn between looking away or running so they didn’t have to see what was going to happen and watching everything with an intensity that couldn’t be explained. Just like a train wreck, sometimes you couldn’t look away.

Lorraine had no reservations in pulling Judy even closer and kneeling to pull her into an embrace that shielded her eyes from what was going on above them, even as her own eyes followed the trajectory of the cars. Where it should have hit the top and safely made its way down the other side, the opposite happened. As the train reached the peak, the tracks shuddered and the chain holding it in place snapped, sending the cars careening off into the crowd – trailing screams and pleas with a few prayers mixed in - to end in an explosion of death and chaos.

Stunned silence greeted the event as everyone not involved tried to comprehend just what had happened. Then the real screams began as everyone seemed to panic at once. As the stampede to get off the platform started, Lorraine kept a tight hold on Judy who was demanding to know what had happened. It wasn’t hard to guess that it had been terrible, but her mother had made sure she hadn’t seen and all she knew now was mass confusion and hysteria.

Not answering, figuring she wouldn’t be heard even if she tried, Lorraine lifted Judy into her arms and stood herself, looking for some way to get out of the crowd without being trampled because keeping Judy safe was always her first priority. Attempting to weave her way through the frantic people, she ignored the shoves and curses until one was hard enough that it would have sent her and Judy sprawling and guaranteed injuries or worse pushed her into a woman behind them.

Looking up, intending to apologize, Lorraine’s eyes widened as they moved from the woman’s face to the wooden tracks still above their heads. With a deafening crack the tracks cracked and shattered, raining pieces down on the chaotic and directionless crowd below. One of the larger pieces was headed straight for them and Lorraine spared no thought to what she did. Grabbing the stranger’s hand, she yanked her off to the side and around the corner just as the wooden beam crashed to the ground where the three of them had been standing.

With Judy trembling in her arms, she looked at the woman who had the fortunate luck of mother and daughter being thrown into her at just the right moment, breathing heavily as the people continued to stream around them, though not so dangerously close as they had been now that they were in their own semi-safe little corner.

She had a brief thought that introductions might be in order, but that also seemed stupid considering the situation they now found themselves in and now that she had a moment to breathe, the chill she had felt before was returning, telling her something was off besides the very obvious. Something said they needed to get out of there. Now. That this wasn’t just a tragedy of epic proportions but something else, something bigger. Something she didn’t want to know about.

“We need to get out of here.” They were the first words she had spoken to this stranger standing beside her and they were more than obvious, but her tone held more than just concern and fear over what had happened. Her fears for what else could or was going to happen that she wanted no part of. Turning her gaze back to the woman, she met her eyes for a brief moment. “I’m Lorraine, by the way.” Even out of place, it was good to have the name of the person who had just become your partner in whatever events were to follow. She didn’t wait for a return introduction before repeating her previous statement. “We need to get out of here.”
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Cuddy’s thoughts were scrambled as always, but she continually kept that calm and composed air about her. It was a toss-up half the time even knowing exactly who she was meeting with. There had been times when individuals had scheduled an interview and she had thought they were donor prospects- how embarrassing! It was just the nature of the business. Lisa would never let it show, but there were times that she was in over her head. When she had sought out this position it was partially to prove herself, but also to prove that it was time to break that glass ceiling. Cuddy wanted to remind people that women belonged in positions of power just as much as men did. She loved her job, it was her life—besides her adopted daughter at home. She loved the challenges, the obstacles, as well as her indisputable need to help people.

Meetings were just another slice of the cake that she had to bite into quite often. Depending on the meeting, they could either be the best part of her day or the absolute worse. Luckily for Lorraine’s sake, and her own—this meeting was at the top of her list for the day. It may have been a different story if she hadn’t have had that odd nightmare the night before. It was all the doctor could think about. Why would she have dreamt about that? She hadn’t watched a horror flick before bed, she still hadn’t even filed through all the letters of complaints Jerekah had sent her. Where did it come from? That was the part that was troublesome to her.

“It might not be an everyday thing for me…but I assure you that I am taking this quite seriously.” She wanted Lorraine to know that she wasn’t just dismissing this, but perhaps was leaving out the fact that she had previously overlooked it for weeks now. Lisa had other things to worry about then a nurse who may or may have started seeing odd things happen throughout the hospital. It was a hospital after all, odd things would happen…it was just the nature of the overpopulated space. Things would go missing, or move on their own as if the objects grew legs and walked off. But this—this was different. Lisa had lived her nurse’s fears last night and it had felt more real then any other nightmare she had ever had. Just the sheer thought of it caused a lump in the doctor’s throat. She would have to come clean and tell Lorraine about the nightmare at some point.

“Huh…I am quite surprised actually. I just assumed with how many patients we lose…it would be a goldmine for…well for supernatural happenings I guess.” Lisa was slightly surprised that a hospital wasn’t the first place someone in her line of work would be called to. Cuddy also sounded rather unsure of what to even call these happenings or phenomenon’s. It was all new to her and she didn’t want to offend the courageous woman’s line of work. It was very commendable and admirable what she did. Lisa didn’t know the details but she could tell the woman was passionate about what she did. Lisa admired that in a person, and how honest she was. It was as if Lorraine could read Lisa’s mind and know exactly what her main concerns were with bringing her into the hospital. It was all fair assumptions indeed. She was very concerned how the hospital would look, especially if any media or press caught wind of this. It would be a PR nightmare undoubtedly.

The doctor couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh in response to her blunt honesty about not being the biggest fan of hospitals. The brunette gave a friendly smile and shake of her head to ensure her that she wasn’t offended by the comment. Hospitals could be rather daunting and dismal depending on the circumstance. It was a place people came for a multitude of reasons. Some on the brink of death, some bringing new life to this world, as well as a plethora of other reasons. But many saw a hospital or could smell a hospital and just think death. It was an easy connection for most people unfortunately because that was the majority of their experiences. For Lisa it was different obviously. She looked at the hospital as more than just a place for sick people or for saving people—it was a safe haven. She had started a free clinic where people in need could seek the care they required. It was her home away from home.

She was proud to say the least. The hospital had been her baby until her darling adopted daughter came into her life just a few years ago. Rachel meant everything to her. She was the reason she continually worked herself to exhaustion. She wanted to be the best she could be for her—she wanted to be a role model for her. As her mind slipped away for a moment on Rachel she wondered to herself if Lorraine had any kids of her own. She had briefly mentioned her husband and couldn’t help but become slightly curious about her personal life. The moment presented itself and then dissipated again as she explained Lisa’s options on how to move forth and encouraged her to ask any questions she may have at this point.

Oh there were several questions. She had so many she wasn’t sure where to begin or how to even ask them. For some reason, everything about this was unsettling to her but she didn’t want that to show. She didn’t want to seem weak or nervous: it was just how Lisa survived in the position she was in. In the back of her mind she was screaming at herself to just tell Lorraine all about the descriptive nightmare, but it just wouldn’t surface. So instead she started with her questions, her doubt, and her endless concerns.

“It seems you know me already…” It was meant to be a friendly observation. She was quite impressed with how easy she could read people. Lisa wanted to be as open and honest—she just didn’t want to sound like a lunatic explaining that she had seen marks on her arm one moment and in the next instance they had disappeared. Yeah—she sounded like a nut job. The doctor cleared her throat again before letting out a soft sigh.

“I appreciate your honesty. I really do. Something like this…as you have mentioned is just not in my wheel house of things I deal with on a daily basis. My nurse—Jerekah. Well she has expressed to me a few times now her uneasiness about one of the floors here at the hospital and I just don’t want something like that to go unnoticed. I want my staff here to feel safe and comfortable at all times.” It was the truth…just not the entire story.

“I also appreciate your understanding of how this particular set of events could lead to the hospital getting some unwanted attention. That is why I called you here today. I know you are the best of the best as far as handling these types of scenarios and I want to ensure that we keep this as a minimal distraction for not only the outsiders, but also my staff and any patients we have here. I can’t emphasis enough how important it is that business remains as usual.” Lisa didn’t want to come off as dismissive, but she wanted to make it perfectly clear that she agreed completely with Lorraine’s assumptions about keeping this quiet.

“I just don’t want to panic a building full of people…over some—” she paused, unsure of how to finish her sentence with a hesitant smile stretching her pink lips.

“Well…over some concerns of an employee.” A smile reappeared, trying to keep the discussion light. The last thing Lisa wanted to do was relive her horrific nightmare or go into detail of exactly what she saw and felt. It was difficult for Lisa not to be forthcoming about the nightmare with how straight forward Lorraine was. Her lips switched into a smile as she nodded at her response about working alone or a group. She really was leaving the majority of the decisions up to Lisa— which was a nice change of pace. Usually meetings were a power struggle. But Lorraine was cognizant of her surroundings and of Lisa’s title. It felt refreshing to finally be on the same page as someone. But it didn’t make her decisions any easier.

“What exactly do you need from someone in assistance in something like this? You mentioned doing this on your own versus bringing in others. What exactly would the others be doing...?” She wasn’t sure how to put her questions into actual words. It was all so new to her that she still couldn’t wrap her head around that this was something that was actually happening, let alone in her own hospital.

“Not sure how much help I can be...but knowing the hospital better then anyone else—please know I am willing to help with whatever you need. I may have a busy schedule but depending on what you need I can always move my schedule around to make it work. I truly appreciate your willingness to come and check things out and want you to know I plan on being supportive throughout this process. If you think you need more people...I understand. But if you think you can do this on your own...” she trailed off, trying to get at her main point in a very round about way. She was still tiptoeing around the entire subject. It was very uncomfortable for Lisa because it was just something she was so unfamiliar with.

“I guess I just don’t know how long something like this will take before it is...solved?” Her voice turned it’s tone into a questioning manner. She had no clue what to expect. Would Lorraine be here for a day, a week, a month. It was hard telling, and honestly terrifying. Was this something that would continue to haunt Lisa’s dreams at night until it was dealt with? The idea of that sent a shiver up the doctor’s spine before she cleared her throat. She wanted to ask Lorraine so many questions pertaining to her dream but she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself.

“I guess I am just curious about it all. How does this even work? I know it’s not what you see in the movies...wait til dark...and once you’re alone something or someone suddenly pops out of the darkness with intense background music...” she smiled and shook her head. It was a defense mechanism of her’s. She would deflect and keep the conversation light, at least for now.

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licia had held her non existent breath as she waited on some sort of a response from the Warrens, patiently waiting within the walls to make sure that the demon whom loomed within the home hadn’t scared them off. It hadn’t, thankfully. Sighing as she moved back into the wall and up towards the loft where she felt most safest, Ali just spent what would seem like hours staring at her somewhat evaporating body. In fact, she had become so lost in the time she was in she hadn’t noticed the darkness lingering within the far corner of the loft. All that could be seen was a dark shadow, somewhat outlined by the slim ray of sunlight that had managed to sneak in through a small crack in the left side of the wall. Something about it seemed different to the previous dark force she had crossed paths with inside of the woman's home, almost as if it was another lost soul that was taken before it’s time was up.

 ”Hello”, called out the witch, somewhat silently at first before finding her voice. After all, being what she was now, an entity without a vessel she had no use for her voice and had only heard herself sob in the days since the mistaken magic. Whatever it was seemed to just back itself up more into the corner, causing Alicia to step back herself, no wanting to fear whatever it was more and hoping that she may make somewhat of a friend in limbo. “Hello” once more, this time with her voice soft the being moved left along the wall, coming towards where the crack in the wall was before showing it’s features to resemble that of a young girl. Though before Alicia was about to address her once more the girl seemed to vanish right up and through the crack in the door, almost like something had snatched her before she could share words with Alicia.

 Was this woman, ghost or whatever she was really there?. Or had she become so weak in the state she was in that she had started seeing things that really were not there. Surely not. Though it wouldn’t have been impossible, for her mind was still that of a living human and yet her body was that of the dead that were unable to cross-over. “Oh god” shaking her head it suddenly dawned on her that maybe this one who literally vanished had finally crossed the threshold and passed on to the new world. Something that Alicia was now fearing, something she had no control over and had no idea on how long she had until the light would drag her away from the world she was in, away from the only two people in the world she thought could help her now. Ed and Lorraine Warren. Remembering they were still in the house she remained silent and hidden in the loft to make sure that the entire upstairs level was clear from the demon before she would try and get connected with them once more.

 However, while she waited she had turned into the somewhat fascinating side of what she was. Pushing her hand through the wall situated above the bath room watching as it disappeared and then reappeared as she pulled it back out. In fact she found this highly amusing, especially when she actually followed on with her next thought and got down on all fours, pushing her face through the wooden floor beneath her and hanging down so that her head was now just to the right of the ceiling light in the bathroom. “Oh hell no”, pulling herself back up she actually wondered if ghosts would really do sh*t like this, thus making a mental note to be more careful whenever she would use the bathroom in her own home-- should she make it there ever again. Silly thoughts and quite a silly moment for someone in her position to be doing or thinking, but with nothing else to do but wait until she could make contact again, she may as well enjoy it.

 Though she was beyond glad no one was actually within said bathroom when she did.

 Movement could not be heard from downstairs, shoes hitting against floorboards as voices echoed down the long hall which led to the woman's one set of staircase leading up, the other would lead down into an underused basement. The elderly woman had found the stairs rather hard due to the deep tilt of them, let alone that the last time she went down there to check the fuse box she felt an unholy growl come from a far corner. Alicia had know briefly what the demonic entity was but, she also knew she couldn’t get to close for as much as it fed off the soul of the living through their weaknesses it also drained on what was left of abandoned ones such as herself. So, with feet like feathers she crept back out and down onto the upstairs landing, pulling herself back into the walls adorned with pale yellow wallpaper, spring birds dotted about that were slightly faded by now from the many years it had remained in place.

 ”Here, here” silent screams feel from white, cold lips as she watched the couple work their way around the home, taking her own solace now in the spare bedroom at the back to eagerly await their appearance.

 Thankfully she didn’t have to wait too long, knowing that if she did that the presence of this other beast would for sure have found her hidden within the walls of yellow and blue, shaking and shuddering at the thought alone of this demon ridding her of this world completely. All she could do once more would be to muster up a small amount of strength and energy to have the door to the room attempt to close behind Ed and Lorraine, indicating to them that this would be the best room to contact her. Or, to at least contact something, despite it actually feeling like the calmest room in the entire home. Feeling tired, sick and a many other waves of feelings and emotions, Ali found her entity faded slightly, only slightly that to any other in there it would never have been noticeboard seeing as spirits and the likes tend to take days, weeks and sometime months to fully vanish. Only for the fact she was not there due to death would mean hers would dissipate quicker.

 ”Come on, come on” she challenged them almost, knowing that it wouldn’t be too long before she would be able to be in complete contact with Lorraine, only it wouldn’t be within the world that Lorraine was in and that she had once been within herself. Oh no, this would be the in between world she classed as limbo, for having no unfinished business meant even if she were able to pass on she couldn’t. She just hoped that once she had come forth to where Alicia be that they wouldn’t be too far apart, knowing that as soon as something like this happens would cause a strange surge of energy to travel through her weak self. Thus would send her back to the loft in which she felt most of her energy, be that it were in fact one of many portals of a cross-over bride, either way she hoped that when it happens she would see the fresh two inch piece of lace that would wait for her by the windowsill.

 And with that… non existent breath was held once more.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
HEAR ME, HEAR ME i BEG OF YOU.
Ginger

Mar 20th 2019 22:20


Ginger's eyes flashed matalic blue when the light hit them and she growled slightly, though she didn't attack the one that held the light because she had no need to. She wasn't like she used to be and she was in full control and she also wasn't the one feeding on the people found,mostly because she thought eating someone was just gross and so she stuck to the smaller animals, though she would kill hunters when they came her way of course. She watched the other woman and went deeper into the darkness so that not even her eyes could be seen now. 

Ginger watched the other woman and her ears then picked up on extra foot steps, though they were not human, they were that of a wolf and that made her growl. When the other creature's yellow eyes could be seen Ginger attacked the male wolf, but not to protect the one that came there...no she did so because he had been tracking her for a while and she hated it. 

The growls could be heard from the darkness and the sounds of wolves fighting as well. Ginger attacked him and he did the same going for the neck and the side, anything their claws could find contact with and she wasn't giving up. No this male had pushed things too far and she wanted him dead, mostly because she wasn't looking for a mate nor was she looking to be forced into being so by the larger male. 

They kept attacking each other in the darkess of it all and finally she got a grip on his neck and felt him trying to fight her off, but she just held on stronger and in the end she twisted and heard the neck braking and she growled and howling in triumph feeding off him and when it was over she licked her chops of the blood and sighed changing back to her human self after walking to the place she had her cloths at. 

Ginger then changed in the cover of darkness and came out looking at the woman with her normal eye color "You should know better than to be walking the woods at night alone stranger, it's never safe" she smiled after saying this moving her orange hair out off her face, though she also had a white stripe in it as well left from the days before she could control the changes the way she could now. 

Her bird skull necklace was around her neck as always and her smile was a slight cold one and she moved to where the remains of the male wolf were and burned them with her lighter "That's better, so your the new one they have coming to check about the attacks on the town ha? Well now hope that ends better than the last one" she shrugged slightly watching her again and leaning on a tree lighting a cigarette and letting the smoke out into the air with a smile.

Ginger wasn't one to care aboit much,but she had been in town looking for her younger sister and she hoped that Brigitte would be here some how, but she also stayed because she was curious what this place has to offer her seeing how she had been on the move for so long and never had a place to call her own. 

Ginger of course didn't show any signs that she had been the wolf who's eyes the woman had seen, though this woman's scent was different than all the rest and that told Ginger that she wasn't a normal person in most ways and there for perhaps she would figure it out, but Ginger didn't care either way mostly because she feard no one and if they came after her they would regret it with their lives, though again she wouldn't eat them seeing how that just wasn't her style. 

Ginger watched the other woman now waiting to see how she reacted to everything that just happened and tje things that Ginger had said. Ginger then let iut another puff of the smoke and smiled again still leaning on the tree that was behind her at the moment.  




Sʟᴀᴘᴘʏ

Mar 20th 2019 16:53


When the magic Foreign words were said out loud by a foolish girl who decided the words were actually mean nothing, but how she was very wrong. When the glass door of Slappy's case was closed again with him inside it and the girls leave. After a couple of minutes later... Slappy's lifeless eyes seem to get life into them and he has finally been awakened after weeks... months being in that death like sleep. Slappy blinked his brown eyes and already sensing that he is alone with no human in the same room as him, he looked around his surroundings and already seeing that he in some type of museum and sitting in a solid glass case. He rose an eyebrow at this and somewhat confused. His creator 'R.L Stine' got rid of him? Which didn't surprise the demonic dummy much and he knew his creator is quite afraid of him. However whoever said the magic words had awakened him and that brought a smirk upon his face. Slappy looked around and he could see other cases of items inside them then he immediately took notice of another doll, opposite the room across him. He stared at the other doll for a moment before he decided to make his escape out of his glass prison. At first Slappy thought he had to smash his way out of the glass case but that would immediately attract attention which he did not want. He glanced at the glass door for a moment before he lift up a hand and he reached over gently pushing the door, to his surprise... the door opened! Slappy's smirk gets bigger. "Foolish humans." He chuckled to himself. The ventriloquist dummy moved and he jumped out and down from his case, landing upon the floor on his feet.


Now he is out... Slappy can do what ever he wants, causing trouble is his middle name. He somewhat stretches his wooden limps as he has been stuck in the same position in the glass case for a long time. After he stretches he then eyes the door, his escape out of this room. Slappy starts heading to the door then he paused then froze when he heard footsteps, he is not planning to be captured again! He frowned and he quickly hid in the darkness of the room. Slappy then saw a middle age woman come into the room eyeing every case, he watched the woman froze and eyed his empty case with fear in her eyes. He watched her for a moment longer before he quickly ran to another hiding place in the room. The woman must've saw him move cause Slappy heard her say his name while squinting in the darkness. The demonic dummy chuckled softly but loud enough for the woman to hear. Slappy came out of his hiding place and more into the light showing himself to the woman that he is very much alive, he smirked evilly. "What's the matter, my dear?" He said, he chuckled evilly. "I have to tell you, thank you so much for awakening me." He added, not knowing that Lorraine weren't the one who said the magic words. "It's time for Slappy to play and to have some fun.." He says laughing. With that, the lights suddenly flickered and Slappy has disappeared from the room but his laughing echoes inside the room.

Ƭєcнηιcαℓ

Mar 20th 2019 16:27


Hello there!
Name's Red Robin (possibly formerly depending on the storyline)
I swear if you say 'yum' we will have issues
So thanks for the add/request to get on my list and all
Just don't be a number and we'll be cool
I do have rules, would prefer you to read them
Prior knowledge of my character is welcome but not a must
That is why I have a bio up and all
I also explain and go into detail as often as possible
I do a lot of crossovers into other verses, especially Shadowhunters and AUs
There are descriptions of how in my drabbles in my blog
If that's why you're here, welcome welcome
Feel free to read or ask questions
Be patient with me and we'll be awesome
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Hit me up so we can set up a storyline
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-Technical
I'M BACK!

Mar 19th 2019 13:55


1968...Springwood...

Three girls stood on the outside of 1428 Elm Street...and they were saying a rhyme, one that wasn't too familiar but familiar for the inhabitants and children that had nightmares. "One, two...Freddy's comin' for you...three, four...better lock your door. Five, six grab a crucifix...seven, eight...better stay up late...nine, ten..never sleep again."  Sister Mary Helena also known as Amanda Krueger awakened from that nightmare. She could clearly hear them speaking about her son, Frederick Krueger. He had been given up for adoption when he was younger and a Mr. Underwood had adopted him, only to abuse him. Freddy was different from the moment he was born.  Amanda had been raped when she had first become a nun. She had gotten pregnant by one of the people in the Hathaway House. 

She could still remember his face. He has been a patient at the house, and a mental patient at that suffered from pedophilia and had raped and murdered several children in the neighboring town over.  Later that day after breakfast with some of the other nuns, Sister Mary headed into Springwood. She had read the newspaper earlier that read: Springwood Slasher Captured! Her son had been the Springwood Slasher. Several of the children that had been missing, were found and some still hadn't been found. She phone a priest by the name of Patrick who in return contacted a Lorraine Warren. She and her husband Ed Warren had worked on several cases for the Catholic church. She thought that something more was amiss with her son.

How else would he have murdered several children and why? She swallowed and that's when she was informed her grand daughter Katherine Krueger was being transported from the hospital to the Westin Hills Hospital on the outside of Springwood. She decided upon a visit. That was when she got to know Katherine better. Katherine had been mentally and physically abused by her son. She told the head social worker that they would do good to send Katherine out of Springwood away from Freddy. Preparations were made for Katherine to be transported in two days to Central City.  A part of Mary Helena was relieved. 

Later...

Freddy Krueger sat at the table facing detectives Donald Thompson and another detective from the neighboring town of Central City. They had been questioning him for hours on the whereabouts of the other children. Freddy hated them. He hated them all with a passion. It's the reason he had taken their children from them. And deep down he had plans of doing all of it over again once he was free. Donald growled and slung his half full coffee cup across the room. "Listen you sonofabitch! We know you killed all those children. We found your little room beneath your house. We have evidence you killed them. Now, where is their bodies? If you can't tell us then we have ways of extracting such information, Krueger!"

The black man was balding and had a thin mustache, and reeked of cheap cologne and cigarettes.  Freddy just laughed and said nothing. He was advised hours earlier not to say anything to anyone other than his lawyer. He had spoken to his lawyer and he had managed to get a way of getting Freddy out of jail and off the line. They had no way of knowing the warrents hadn't been properly signed by the judge, and were null and void. Freddy was just biding his time til he became a free man. Detective Lawrence came out and looked at Krueger. "We have a psychic coming in to tell us where she thinks you've done with the other children's remains. She will tell us." Freddy glared and curiously looked up, "Who is she?" What sort of woman had such powers? Lawrence cooly looked down at him, arms crossed over his chest. "Her name is Lorraine Warren, she and her husband Ed Warren work for the Catholic church."

So this made Freddy curious. Who had called this Lorraine Warren in? Just how much would she know about the murdered children? His eyes narrowed. It was time to play his own games...

Years later...Springwood...1428 Elm Street.

A huge 'For Sale' sign stood out in the front of the 1428 Elm Street house in Springwood, Ohio. 31 Year old Maggie Burroughs had purchased her childhood home, not wanting it to get out of her family line. She had once been known as Katherine Krueger. Recently she had brought the house and was interested in renovating it to it's former glory. Before she could though, she had called a contractor in by the name of Joey. Joey had been giving her estimations on the cost and that's when things began happening. Things like rulers and measuring tapes would disappear of their own accord at first. Then more serious things would disappear like car keys and plans for the house. Maggie was curious. Just what was happening?

Rumors had been circulating the town for years that the house was haunted especially after what had happened. The townspeople in Springwood had once upon a time took it upon themselves to do justice. At the power plant in town, where her father Freddy Krueger had worked, they had burned him alive. They had killed the child murderer. Now it was said teh house wanted haunted by his spirit. Maggie was questioning that. She knew her father was said to be dead, and that memory she wanted to stay that way. 

Little did anyone know Freddy had his own way of watching. He had been watching Maggie/Katherine for years. From mirrors which was a link from the real work, into his world, the dream world. This was his playground.  From the mirrors he would watch her.  He was waiting, often moving objects around their house. He wanted Katherine to know he was home, to watching and waiting. That's when Katherine called the Catholic Church in. Father Patrick knew that there was something more going on in the house. That's when they contacted those two nosy f***ers, the Warrens. He wanted revenge on Lorraine Warren. When the woman would enter Springwood...well then the fun would begin...and he would become the core of her nightmares...and for now he was just watching and waiting.


here to win, bítch.

Mar 19th 2019 12:53



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BETWEEN OUR MUSES. 💕

i . . . like you. hate you. dislike you. love you. trust you. don’t trust you. need you. consider you an equal. wish i knew you better. fantasize about our life together. hope i intimidate you. wish you would listen to me. don’t think you like me. respect you. don’t respect you. wish you would notice me. have a crush on you. could easily watch you die. want to make you proud. despise how much i care for you. want to impress you. don’t know what i’d do without you. want to be better for you. feel nothing for you.

you . . . annoy me. amuse me. scare me. confuse me. inspire me. deserve better. disgust me. intimidate me. frustrate me. can’t take a joke. embarrass me. bore me. have the power to hurt me.

i would . . . shoot you. lie to your face. say something cruel to you on purpose. cheat on you. physically hurt you. laugh at you. laugh with you. manipulate you. take a bullet for you. trust you with my life. have a relationship with you. hurt other people for you. have a one night stand with you. marry you. trust you with my most treasured belonging. tell you my darkest secrets. let you hug me. get drunk with you. comfort you. spike your drink. act behind your back. abandon you. hurt you to get what i want. choose my happiness over yours. choose your happiness over mine. give my life for you. call you in a time of need. protect you. visit you in the hospital. carry you if you were hurt. feel guilty if i hurt you. let you be near me when i am vulnerable. ignore a phone call from you. call you at 3am. break you out of jail. ask for your advice. blame you for something i did. cry in your arms.

you are . . . family. my friend. my best friend. my mentor. beneath me. better than me. too loud. too quiet. too sensitive. reckless. bossy.

i think you’re . . . mean. pretty. childish. smart. stupid. a bad person. a good person. a mystery.

i’m . . . not sure how to make you happy. a bad influence. scared of losing you. dependent on you.

 we . . . make a great team.
deмonologιѕт

Mar 18th 2019 17:08


Ed had finally reached home. The front porch light had been lit just enough so that he had been able to get to the front door, turning the knob and pushing the door open slowly. His mother and father had been sitting on the couch, looking as if they had just been finishing a movie by the time he’d closed the door behind him. The same grin had been plastered across his features, so much that his face had started to hurt, but that didn’t matter to him.

“How was your night, Ed?” His father’s voice had shaken him from his thoughts and the replays of the kiss.

“It was great, dad.” Ed nodded once, not wanting to go into too much detail. Of course, they noticed his cheeky smile, so his mother chimed in. “Just great? You wanna tell us about it? What did you do with that young girl?”

Her questions started as if she were beginning to antagonize him.

“Nothing more than what I said earlier, mom.” He reassured her. “We went dancing and it was great.” He’d stepped back towards the stairs in an attempt for further questioning. “Ed, wait.” His father stated.

“YOU went dancing?” Ed felt his proud stance sink slightly, closer to the floor. He wanted nothing more now than to go upstairs and keep to himself in his own bed, part of him wanted to snap back at his father. Leave it to him to bring Ed down from his high on life, typical.

“Yes, I went dancing. I really danced and we kissed, okay?” His tone slightly irritated in response. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed now. I won’t be home tomorrow either, I’ll be going to Lorraine’s.” Before they could interfere with anything else, Ed darted up the stairs and closed the door to his bedroom. He scoffed slightly and went straight for his bed.

He took off his shoes and the other remains of his suit, making himself more comfortable before sliding beneath the covers. Staring up at the ceiling, he’d thought of the night he shared with Lorraine again, growing excited about being able to see her again while she stayed with her siblings.

With Glenn Miller overtaking his thoughts, he soon found himself slowly drifting to sleep, eyes coming to a close, he’d slept peacefully for the first time in a long time.

The sound of the alarm clock had caused Ed to wake up rather quickly. He’d hopped in the shower, picked out his clothes and was soon putting on his shoes before making a b-line for the door. He gave a quick goodbye to his mother, his father had thankfully gone to work already. “Ed?” His mom called out before he could completely disappear.

“Yeah?” He responded, half expecting to be scolded for leaving the conversation the way he had the night before.

“At least take some breakfast with you before you go? That poor girl isn’t going to feed you too now is she?” Her tone playfully teasing him.

Ed smirked and shook his head. “I guess not.”

He ventured into the kitchen and grabbed a few pieces of toast that mom had just made. “Thanks.” Giving a rueful smile and a kiss to her cheek before leaving, Ed was out the door and headed for the car. Once he’d got in and got himself situated, he was on the road to Lorraine’s, the radio turned up and playing the classics just as it had been last night.

Ed hummed along, he had been in such a good mood that he had almost completely forgotten about his parent’s antagonizing him as soon as he had gotten home. He knew he just couldn’t wait to see Lorraine’s face again, even if it meant having to deal with her younger siblings. He had been pretty sure that he could manage whatever they would throw at him. If it was anything like before they had left for the dance hall, he knew without a doubt that things would be alright.

A few songs later and he was pulling into the driveway that led to the house, that front porch bringing the familiar grin to his features once again. He put the car in park and got out, staring up at the house for a few moments while taking a deep breath. He had felt a bit nervous all of a sudden now that he was finally there. You got this. He reassured himself, shutting the car door, his pace quickening a bit as he drew closer. He even skipped a step on the porch, taking in another breath before finally gaining the courage to knock.

Rap, rap rap….

He straightened his posture and swallowed, hands dropping to his sides as he waited for the door to pull open. It had been a few moments, but he could hear rustling from behind the other side. He was soon greeted by Lorraine’s familiar smile accompanied with a “Hi.” He felt his feet grow light almost instantly.

“Hi.” He replied, giving her a genuine smile in return. When she stepped to the side to let him in, he could see her siblings looking back at him. “Hello to you too!” He gave a grin and a small wave as he stepped inside. Before he said anything else, he grasped Lorraine’s shoulder lightly, leaning in to give her a quick peck on the cheek. Ed already knew there was bound to be some sort of reaction from her siblings, but in the moment he didn’t mind. He turned his attention back towards the kids. He gave a huge grin once again and lifted a hand across his chin as if he were thinking. He pointed in Maggie’s direction. “I remember you…you were in the window last night seeing us off.” He chuckled a bit.
He was soon greeted by Lorraine’s familiar smile accompanied with a “Hi.” He felt his feet grow light almost instantly.
Ginger

Mar 15th 2019 21:46


occ: sorry it's short on mobile at the moment hope you like it

Ginger was thought to be dead on the night she changed and her sister stabbed her but she had actually only changed back to human and healed. when she had left that house she was confused and wasn't sure what had happened to her.

Ginger knew she had to find her sister and help her with the changes,but she wasn't sure where to find her because she hadn't seen where Brigitte went after she thought Ginger was dead. Ginger was now in a new town and was dressed in her usual black with the bird skull necklace that she always had on. Ginger's hair had a bit of a white stripe in it but was mostly the usual orange color.

she could change into her wolf form whenever she chose to do so now and that was a skill she had learned over time. She then smiled to herself and walked into the forest outside if the town and changed into her wolf form, letting the changes happen and when it was done she shook her wolf head and smelled the air going after a rabbit that was there. 

Ginger then got it and after that she cleaned her lips but when she heard someone coming she went into the shadows watching what was going on with her icy blue eyes waiting to see who it was that came here and if they were a threat to her or not. 
Charity.

Mar 15th 2019 19:25


Something was dreadfully amiss in her home, Charity could feel it. She had inadvertently invited a malevolent presence into her home. Even though she was an incredibly powerful pureblood witch, she wasn't foolish enough to believe that she could combat whatever the hell this thing was. The pure evil and malice surrounding her was suffocating. Fleeing her home would do no good, because the evil entity would most likely follow her. Who was going to help her now? She was expecting a woman by the name of Lorraine Warren at any minute now! She had been residing amongst the "muggles" ever since she had graduated from Hogwarts, yet she was unaware of just who Lorraine was and what she did. She admired Lorraine's courage in admitting that she had abilities when they had chatted over the telephone. The female was interested in the wine cabinet in Charity's possession, which struck her as curious. How did the woman know she had the cabinet in the first place? Despite her curiosities, she opted not to interrogate the female. Perhaps the item held a sentimental value to her? In the back of Charity's mind though, she had her doubts.

There was more to the story than what Lorraine was divulging. Nevertheless, she agreed to allow the female to pay her a visit. Currently, she was conflicted in regards to the decision. Being a pureblood witch in a world chock full of mortals was challenging enough, but being a pureblood witch with a fractured mind made the current state of affairs all the more terrifying. She suffered from disassociative personality disorder, and had developed a particularly dark and sinister personality known as Demetria. She was ultra cautious when she was angry or upset so as not to unleash Demetria, though she wasn't always successful. Unlike mere mortals, Charity actually could recall fragments of the antics her alter egos had been up to. Performing damage control was sometimes easier said than done, yet she tried her best to smooth things over, if possible. 

It wasn't long, after initially opening the cabinet, that strange phenomena began to occur. Normally, she would embrace the unorthodox occurrences. She had attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, after all, thus she was highly accustomed to peculiar happenings. These particular events did not offer her even a remote sense of peace or comfort, though. It took a hell of alot to frighten her, especially after the whole fiasco involving Voldemort, but she could honestly say that she was petrified right now. Why the hell was she about to allow an innocent into her home? She wouldn't wish this on her worst enemy! Still, she clung onto the tiny sliver of hope she had that the woman, Lorraine, could assist her somehow.  

She was pacing the floor nervously, left hand's digits in her mouth, gnawing at the flesh surrounding her nail bed. She expected Lorraine to arrive at any moment now and, as if on cue, she heard a gentle yet persistent knock at the front door. A soft sigh escaped her as she trudged to the door. "Here we go. Do I really want to invite this innocent woman into this madness?" She sighed heavily and shook her head, assuming that she had no other option. The woman had already come this far that it would be rude to turn her away now. Still, there was a malevolent force at work here, and she felt incredibly guilty for putting this woman smack in the middle of her own personal supernatural tug of war. 

She reluctantly unlocked the door and turned the knob, putting on a warm, friendly smile for the woman as she introduced herself. "Hello, Lorraine. It's so nice to meet you! I remember, yes. Please, come on in." She stepped aside to allow Lorraine access into her home, a foul and pungent aroma suddenly circulating in the air, despite the scent of apples and cinnamon permeating throughout her home. "Pardon the smell. I, uhhh, don't know where it's coming from." She informed Lorraine, her cheeks flushing with extreme embarrassment. Her flesh suddenly began to bubble and swell, extremely warm to the touch, and she instinctively scratched at the boils gradually forming on her arms. What in the world was happening to her? She had never gotten boils in her entire life!
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