Ed’s voice turns to fog when Lorraine closes her eyes, sinking into the purgatory between living and dead. There’s certainly a presence here. Something lost and trapped… Something being tormented just as much as the family seeking help.

They’d called in, desperate, a couple of days prior. Something keeps wrecking one room of the house, only one. At night, the doors slam shut. They can only listen as their possessions break, their walls dent, and their floorboards rip up. Ed and Lorraine didn’t hesitate to take this case. It’d be easy enough to prove to the church with so much damage.

Lorraine takes a sharp inhale as her eyes open wide. The scene around her moves in slow motion, color dulled and grey. She’s no longer speaking with Ed and the family anymore. Her clairvoyance has taken her elsewhere, though still in the same spot.

“I want to understand.” She turns to the hall where the room is. Behind the door is a pitch black that fills her with dread. “I want to help. I know you’re just as trapped as these poor people…”