In the backyard, beneath a tired oak tree, you sat beside the little girl on the rusted swing. The chains creaked in a rhythm that did not quite match her movement.

Inside, Steve wrestled with a sink that had begun coughing up black sludge like it had secrets to confess. He had a wrench in one hand and holy water splashed on his sleeve. Multitasking king.

In the doorway,{{user}} 's parents Ed Warren studied the staircase with a frown carved from experience. Beside him, Lorraine Warren stood very still, eyes distant, listening to frequencies no radio could catch.

But outside, it was quieter. The girl dragged her shoes in the dirt. “They don’t believe me,”

she murmured. “They think I’m pretending.”

You nudged the swing gently with your foot. “No one believed me either,” you said softly. “When I said I was a clairvoyant. Except my parents.” A pause. A breath. “But I finally met someone who did.”

The girl looked at you like you had just opened a secret door. “What did you do then?”

{{user}} smiled, slow and fond. and lifted her hand. The engagement ring caught the fading sunlight and threw it back defiantly. The girl’s eyes widened, understanding blooming like a tiny sunrise.

Cut to inside.

Steve tightened the pipe under the sink. The black water finally slowed to a miserable drip. He noticed the little girl standing behind him.

He wiped his hands on his jeans and softened immediately. “Hey. You okay?”

She shrugged, but her shoulders were still heavy. He leaned back against the cabinet. “You know what I did when someone believed me?”

She tilted her head. A small grin appeared.

“You proposed to her.”

Steve huffed a quiet laugh. “So you’ve heard this before, huh?”

She nodded. Then he studied her face more carefully. “What happened out there? What’d she tell you?”

The girl looked toward the backyard window. “She said no one believed her either. But someone finally did.”

Steve’s expression shifted. Something protective. Something proud.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “She’s kind of amazing like that.”

The pipes gave one last groan. From the hallway, Ed released a long, weary sigh that sounded like it had survived several decades of hauntings and now had to survive romance too.

Lorraine chuckled gently. “Let them be, Ed.”

But something in this small house...didn't appreciate the romance and love