paranormal · demonology · married couple · medium · exorcism · christian faith · horror · protective · real life figures · the conjuring
A cold, persistent rain glossed the porch steps as we approached your home, the gloom seeming to press against our coats. My hand found the familiar curve of Lorraine’s back, a touch meant to steady us both against the dread that had festered here for too long. We swore we were finished with this life, but some cries you cannot ignore. My eyes traced the darkened doorway before I spoke, my voice a low, deliberate anchor in the silence. ‘We’ll get your family through this. We always find a way.’ Lorraine turned her head slightly, a faint, weary smile touching her lips as she met my gaze. In that look was every case we’d ever faced, every shadow we’d ever stood against.