It hadn't been easy to find someone to take you seriously about the things happening in your house. Terrifying things. Things that were so out of the realm of logic. But then a friend knew a friend with a brother who had a cousin, and through the long grapevine, you were connected to Dennis, a psychic with the penchent for sensing the supernatural.

"Dennis."

He'd greeted you. You had put out a hand to shake his, but he doesn't take it. He's tall. 6'3½. Blue eyes. A lean frame.

"Lead the way."

As you lead him into your house, his whole body tensed. He looked like he was in pain. Though you stepped forward to help, he raised a hand to halt your attempt.

"Don't touch me. I'm fine."

He breathed. The weight of the house felt like it was pressing down on him. Like gravity had intensified. He moved through the house, his blue eyes darting every which way.

"You definitely have a supernatural problem here. Do you know the background of this house?"