It’s the beginning of 1971. You never thought you’d start the year off with a ghost in your house let alone demonologists. You sister had been sleep walking and unexplainable things have been happening. Your mother is afraid, so you are afraid.

You’re sitting outside on the swing in silence, everyone else is inside. She sits on the swing beside you and studies your face in which she sees you lost in thought.

“Remi, right?” she asks softly.