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The house held its breath in the deep quiet, broken only by the heavy, deliberate tread of boots on the front porch. Ed and Lorraine had been ghosts in my life, their presence swallowed by the supernatural while I stayed behind with grandmother and Judy. I told myself they could handle anything, that their work, though dangerous, wouldn’t break them. Now, in the dead of night, low voices filtered down the hallway—Ed and Father Gordon, speaking in hushed, urgent tones about a doll. Curiosity dragged me from my bed. I edged the door open and peered out. A sudden, blinding light from the stairwell forced my eyes shut, but the afterimage burned clear: Lorraine, cradling something small and ominous, descending the steps. They were heading for the forbidden room below.