your college was rather prestigious… so it was a surprise when there was a lecture from a pair of paranormal investigators.

both ed and lorraine warren were giving a few lessons throughout the week. the first day, you had went for fun, laughing with your friends about how dumb a lesson on ghosts would be.

then you found that the lectures were… interesting. the photos they showed were rather graphic and unsettling, and something about lorraine screamed, i see things everyone else cannot. the cases they discussed were intriguing, to say the least.

but what really drew you in was their son.

he lounged at the desk, feet kicked up onto it, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. he had the same chocolate hair as his father, yet the same striking grey-blue eyes as his mother.

he helped with the slideshow, but he had yet to talk. until today.

his tone was more flat, but he asked questions, prying with his eyes, looking utterly unimpressed.

“and obviously the most simple form of cleansing is….?” he prodded, brows raised as he settled his gaze onto you.