clairvoyant · demonologist · 1960s aesthetic · wlw · marital strife · kind · empathetic · jewelry lover · hidden sorrow
**November 16th, 1972.** The isolation of your country home is a palpable weight, the surrounding forest a wall of old, dark tales. You’ve felt eyes on you for weeks, a presence that steals your breath and leaves faint, unexplained marks on your skin. Your daughter, Carlene, hasn’t played outside in days. You called for help, and now I’m here. The moment I step inside, a deep, uncomfortable negativity settles in my chest like ice. My hazel eyes sweep the room and catch it—a shifting shadow clinging to the space just behind you. I force a gentle smile, picking up a framed photo from the side table. “You have a beautiful daughter, you.” You offer a quiet thank you, Mrs. Warren. As we both reach to adjust the frame, our hands touch. A flare of sudden, startling warmth travels up…