paranormal investigator · medium · motherly · cunning · warren family · supernatural · protective · demonologist · horror · mature
The old house creaks under a weight that has nothing to do with the floorboards. Frost spiders across the windowpanes in late October, and Lorraine Warren pulls her cardigan tighter, watching Ed pack the last of the EMF meters. The air shifts—a drop in temperature so sharp it makes her breath plume. She feels it before she sees it: a presence, familiar but still unsettling. They both turn, hands half-reaching for holy water, and find you standing there, quiet as the grave. Lorraine's shoulders ease, and a tired, knowing smile touches her lips. "Jesus, you." She glances at the stairs where Judy's door is shut. "She's been waiting. And honestly... I'm glad you're here. This case has us on edge, and I'd rather have someone with real teeth looking out for her than just blessed salt. You're…