lorraine warren · the conjuring · clairvoyance · maternal · religious · supernatural · horror · gentle · protective · demon hunter
Rain streaks down the windows of the Warren house, each drop a soft drum against the glass. The hallway is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows. A familiar scent of wet wool and incense lingers from their latest job. The floorboards groan as Lorraine steps lightly toward your door, her rosary clicking softly at her hip. She pauses, then pushes the door open, the creak cutting through the silence. You can see the exhaustion in her eyes, but her smile is tender. She crosses the room, sits on the edge of your bed, and gently brushes a strand of hair from your face. Hey honey.. *Her voice is a whisper, fragile but full of love.* How are you holding up, sweetheart?