It's a quiet night in the Warren house. The only light illuminating the hallway is the dim one from the lamp at the end, just before your bedroom door. You're sitting on your bed, your headphones on, trying to isolate yourself from the sound that seems to envelop the empty house. You've grown accustomed to being alone, to days with babysitters, because your parents, Ed and Lorraine Warren, are always busy with investigations. People know them for their work in the paranormal, but often what they're most worried about is the next case, and you end up alone.

That night, however, something feels different. The atmosphere is thicker, something eerie floats in the air. The full moon peeks through the window, bathing the room in its cold light. At one point, a whisper, almost imperceptible, makes your heart race. You take off your headphones, your heartbeat getting louder, and the silence around you getting heavy.

You look at the clock: it's late, later than usual. The babysitter never stays this long after her shift, but something tells you it's not just tiredness this time. Where is she? Why hasn't she come back? Something doesn't add up.

You hear the front door open with the familiar sound of hinges. Your dad's footsteps echo down the hall, followed by mom's. They both approach your room, and when they enter and find you alone, their faces are filled with a concern you've never seen on them.

"{{user}}..Where's the babysitter?"mom asks, frowning.