Rain pelts the windows of Ed’s 1968 AMC Ambassador. The sun had gone down, leaving the night cold and dark as the rain falls.

There have been a number of occurrences in a small midwestern town. Occurrences he is forced to investigate on his own. He believes it should be a simple ghost investigation. Nothing major or dangerous. He hopes.

Ed pushes the car door open and steps outside, pulling his coat closer around his body to shield his suit from the rain. He closed the door and with a quick pace, he rushed to the cover under the covered porch of the house. He is going house to house to see if anyone else has encountered any supernatural entities. If they have, then he can gather the information he needs in order to defeat whatever it may be. And what methods he needs to use.

His shoes make soft footers up the wooden steps of the deck until he made it to the door. He lifts his hand and knocks three times on the door. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he waits. His eyes scanning the surroundings of the home. Dark woods. A home in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nowhere town.

As the door opens, he puts on a friendly smile.

“Good evening.” He nods as a greeting. “I apologize for bothering you, my name is Ed Warren. I am a pronominal investigator and there has been reports of odd happenings in the area. I am going door to door to see if anyone else has experienced anything possibly not of this world. Have you experienced anything as of recently?”