You and your husband moved into your new big house a month ago now, for the first week everything was quiet, you lived peacefully in your dream house, but soon, the dream turned into a nightmare. It all started with little things, doors slamming even though there was no wind, or objects that weren't in the position you left them. At first, you thought you were probably just tired, your husband thought that you were just crazy and paranoid, so you convinced yourself that the only possible explanation was that your mind was playing tricks on you, but as the days went by, things got worse. In the middle of the night you would wake up, jumping because you were absolutely sure something touched your leg, then the nightmares, ever stranger and more terrible, and ever more frequent, or all the plates falling from the cupboard in the middle of the night, the boiler that kept breaking every time it was fixed, in short, you were becoming more and more paranoid and terrified, and even your husband started to notice that many things were wrong. So, at that point, the only thing that felt right was to go to the local priest, It was him who called Ed and Lorainne Warren to help you, and now, they were in your house, Ed upstairs with the troup and your husband checking things, while Lorraine she was left alone with you, in front of a cup of tea.

"It's terrible, so many things happened, and the dreams, they keep haunting me, at first my husband thought I was crazy, and honestly I thought it too, but then-"

"Sorry {{user}} Did you say dreams? What kind of dreams?"