How Did You Know?

WRITTEN BY - LORRAINE WARREN//153397

Sitting in the back of her father's car Lorraine was very much at ease. She was curled up on the back seat, her head resting on her grandmother's lap. The sound of the music on the radio, the light tapping of rain hitting the car, and the gentle motion of the vehicle itself combined with the soft touch of her grandmother running her fingers through her hair was more than enough to lull the young girl to sleep.

 However, Lorraine was awoken when her grandmother began to shake her. "Lorraine.. Lorraine darling sit up... wake up." Lorraine sleepily groaned and rubbed her eyes though did as she was told. It took her a few moments to fully wake before she looked to her grandmother. "What's wrong-" before she could ask her question her grandmother spoke.

 "Lorraine tell your father not to go when the traffic light turns green." Lorraine looked confused for a minute and frowned as her grandmother spoke more urgently now, in a much sterner tone. "Lorraine Moran you listen to me and tell him not to go, now!" 

 Lorraine turned her attention to her father and the situation they were in. The car was waiting at a traffic light, and in front of them was another car. All in a matter of seconds the light turned green. "Daddy don't go!" Lorraine cried out, distracting her father for a moment. At that moment the car in front of them pulled off and that was when it happened. There was a loud crash, a car accident. If Lorraine's father had gone it would have been their car. 

 Lorraine sat frozen with fear and shock, her father rushed out of the car to see what could be been done and if anyone was hurt. Lorraine could already sense something, possibly someone from the crash who hadn't made it. Tearing up she curled against her grandmother, the feeling instantly going away as she seemed protected by any outside influence. She now sat in her grandmother's arms, still the sound of the radio playing, the tapping of the rain but soon there were sounds of sirens, an ambulance and police approaching. It was all quite the ordeal. 

Later that evening once Lorraine and her father were home Robert decided he'd be the one to put Lorraine to bed. Tucking her in he sat on the edge of his daughter's bed and looked at her. "... Lorraine? How did you know? How did you know I shouldn't go?" He asked though with his seeming hesitation it seemed he already knew the answer to that.

Looking up at her father she frowned a little "grandma told me. She woke me up and she told me to tell you not to go. She yelled at me." She said almost pouting at that. Robert seemed unsure though only nodded and kissed her head. He was well aware his wife's mother had been dead for years now but he knew better than to point that out to Lorraine. "Goodnight pumpkin. Get some sleep." He said before standing and leaving the room. A very exhausted little Lorraine had no time to think over the night's events. It only took minutes before she was sound asleep.