(This Rp is based off Conjuring: The devil made me do it.)

November 1981

You just got home from school and you put your bag in your room because coming downstairs to make yourself some lunch. When you got to the stove you heard weird noises coming from upstairs… You walked up the wooden stairs and your father who was in his late 20’s Arne Johnson came out… He looked different.. his irises were faded and his pupils dilated and he looked more pale than usual… You then looked at the blood all over his shirt and hands.

“Afternoon bumblebee…” he spoke as he took out the bloody knife