Chapter Text
Part I
before
California, March 3, 1978
The school bell rang with a loud shrill, announcing the lunch hour. Emma put her notebook and pencils in her bag and anxiously waited for Emily, where she was to meet her outside the library.
'Emma, I'm glad you waited,' she said, giving her a half hug, and they walked to the long cafeteria line. 'So,' Emma smiled, 'was skipping Algebra worth stalking Brandon?' Emily lightly smacked her hand, and they both laughed. 'Shh... you're being too loud... but yes, it was worth it.'
The two girls obtained their lunch and sat at the circular white cafeteria table.
Emma unwrapped her school turkey sandwich and took a bite. 'My mom said you can sleep over tomorrow after school, however, she doesn't want us to watch The Exorcist when she's not there.' Emily rolled her eyes.
'I already rented it out on VHS; it's sitting in my bag,' she said, taking it out with her still-gloved hand. 'All my allowance money went towards it.' Emma fidgeted in her seat, finishing the last of her sandwich and starting on her fruit cup. 'I don't know, I heard people can get possessed after seeing it.'
'You're acting ridiculous, Emma. My brother and his friends watched it; they're not any weirder than they usually are.' Emily dumped her half-eaten food in the trash and put her pink coat back on. 'Anyways, if we don't watch it, I'll probably watch it at Nancy's sleepover next Saturday.'
'Wait, she's having one? I didn't get an invite.' Emily shrugged and grabbed her bag. 'She probably forgot to give you one.' She bid Emma goodbye and started walking to English as the school bell rang, announcing the end of the lunch hour.
Emma shivered slightly as a breeze from an open window nearby rustled her hair, cleaning up her eaten lunch and walking to history.
Nancy and her three friends were sitting in the back of the class, and giggled when Emma walked in. Sure, her shoes weren't the newest, while Nancy wore the newest platforms most popular in middle school.
Emma had a feeling she didn't get an invite, and it wasn't because Nancy forgot.
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after
Connecticut, April 3, 1978
'So he tried kissing you, and you didn't feel a spark,' Katy groaned, putting her head between her arms. 'Yeah,' she mumbled. Ashley thought for a moment, 'What's making you ick?'
'Everything,' Ashley raised her eyebrow. However, Katy was too distracted by her religious studies book and her Ph.D. dissertation, and the lack of information about cults and their history in the library. With the thought in mind, Katy groaned out loud.
Katy checked the time and realized it was getting late, and she was going to be late meeting Ed. She took up interning for the Warrens last summer at their home office, filing their case files and other small bookeeping tasks. In exchange, Ed and Lorraine helped provide her more insight for her thesis. 'I have to go, Ash. Ed wants me to reorganize his cases and maybe he can help track down more information about this particular cult I need.' Ashley smiled, 'and what about Lorraine?'
Katy stopped putting her books in her bag and looked at Ashley, 'What about her?' Ashley knew Katy had a little crush on her. 'Aren't you going to hang out with her too?' Katy looked astounded and shook her head as she rushed out the large library.
The drive to the Warren's home was 20 minutes and involved a cassette of Elvis Presley's lovely singing. Katy's car was a tan town car and matched her pencil skirt.
She rang the doorbell, smoothing her jacket and hair, and became more anxious when Lorraine opened the door.
Lorraine smiled brightly; she was wearing a long white dress and her hair down. She had a bit of blush around the apples of her cheeks and was currently holding her rosary. Katy felt shy whenever she spoke to Lorraine, and she can't ever look her directly in the eye. 'Hi Katy, I hope you're doing well.'
Katy stammered slightly, trying to maintain composure in front of Lorraine. "Hi, Lorraine. I'm doing fine, thank you." She shifted her weight nervously, avoiding eye contact.
Lorraine gestured for Katy to come inside. "Ed is in his study, organizing some files. You know where it is. I'll join you both in a moment." Lorraine's presence had a calming effect on Katy, but it also made her heart race.
As Katy made her way to Ed's study, she couldn't help but think about Ashley's question. "Aren't you going to hang out with her too?" Katy shook her head, dismissing the idea. She had always been focused on her studies and work, and any personal feelings she had were buried deep within.
Ed looked up from his desk as Katy entered. "Ah, Katy, right on time. I need your help sorting through these documents. We've got a few interesting cases on our hands." Ed handed her a stack of files, and they began working side by side.
After a while, Lorraine joined them. "Katy, dear, I was thinking we could have some tea. I just brewed a fresh pot. It might help us relax a bit."
Katy nodded, appreciating the offer. The three of them gathered in the kitchen, sipping tea and discussing the cases. Lorraine, always perceptive, noticed Katy's occasional glances in her direction.
"Katy, is there something on your mind?" Lorraine asked with asked with a warm smile.
Caught off guard, Katy blushed and looked down at her tea. "Oh, it's nothing. Just the usual stress with my thesis and all."
Lorraine reached across the table, gently placing a hand on Katy's. "If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask. We're here to help you, not just with the cases but with anything else too."
But before Katy could muster a response, the silence was shattered by the sudden ring of the Warrens' phone. The interruption caught them both off guard, and Katy instinctively withdrew, her blush deepening.
Lorraine, with a glance that conveyed both understanding and apology, moved away from the table and reached for the phone. 'Warren's Residence.' Lorraine's face was concentrated as she listened to the voice on the other end. Ed, who had also paused in his sipping, watched Lorraine with a furrowed brow. The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted from one of casual discussion to an air of anticipation.
Katy, feeling a mixture of curiosity and anxiety, tried to discreetly eavesdrop on Lorraine's conversation. The words exchanged were cryptic, snippets of phrases like "disturbances," "unexplained phenomena," and the name "Emma."
As the conversation progressed, Lorraine's expression transitioned from concentration to a subtle concern. It was clear that whatever information was being shared had invoked a sense of urgency. Ed, catching Katy's inquisitive gaze, gave her a reassuring nod, silently acknowledging the gravity of the situation.
The phone call concluded with Lorraine offering a few words of reassurance. She hung up, her blue eyes meeting Katy's, and there was a shared understanding that something extraordinary was afoot.
"I apologize for the interruption," Lorraine said, her voice carrying a mixture of seriousness and warmth. "Father Gordon has a matter he would like to discuss with us."
Chapter Text
Before
California, March 4, 1978
Emma's mom was supposed to pick her and Emily up for her sleepover 10 minutes ago. Emma tapped her black flat against the concrete, craning her head to see if she possibly missed her.
"Is your mom always this late?" Emily asked, her pink jacket wrapped around her hands, and her blonde curls bouncing with every word.
Emma sighed, a mixture of impatience and mild frustration. "No, she's usually on time. I don't know what's taking her so long today." She glanced at her watch, a subtle worry lining her features.
Emily, ever the optimist, tried to lighten the mood. "Maybe she got caught in traffic or something. I'm sure she'll be here soon." As if on cue, the distant hum of an approaching car caught their attention. "There she is!" Emily exclaimed, her infectious enthusiasm momentarily dispelling the tension.
"Sorry, hun, I didn't have enough gas money and had to borrow some from our neighbor Sal," Her mom ran her fingers through her hair, her dark circles revealing her exhaustion and long work hours. Emma peeved from embarrassment and her family's poorness.
As the car drove off and reached the stoplight, Emma's mom turned to the girls, 'I don't want any funny business today, girls, I have a long shift today.'
Emily elbowed Emma and pointed to her bag, and Emma smiled. Once inside, Emma's mom hustled to get ready for work. The sound of her rummaging through drawers and the clinking of hangers echoed through the small space. She emerged from her room in her uniform, fatigue etched across her face.
"I'll be back later tonight," she said, her tone a mix of weariness and concern. "Remember, no mischief. And Emma, take care of our guest."
As the evening settled in, Emma and Emily began setting up for their sleepover in the cozy living room of Emma's home. They laid out sleeping bags and arranged a makeshift fort using blankets and cushions. They talked for a bit, gossiped, and giggled over boys. They ate dinner Emma's mom prepared. Chicken and mashed potatoes. Emma eventually set the VHS in, nerves unsettled. Her mom would kill her if she found out she was watching it behind her back. Emily rolled her eyes before settling down and wrapped in her blanket.
40 minutes into the movie and Emily was yawning.'God, this is so boring,' she said, braiding her hair, as the main character was undergoing a major exorcism. Emma, however, was uneasy and was slightly shaking. Emily turned to her, "You're scared Emma... you have to be serious."
Emily turned off the movie. "We can play a game then." Emma still couldn't shake off the feeling that something bad is going to happen and she had an urgency to cry.
Emily rummaged into her bag and pulled out a book, 'Stories of the Strange and Unusual.' "We can play this game; I played it at a sleepover last month. It's called The Midnight Man. There are instructions on how to play it."
"I don't know, Emily." Emily sighed loudly. "You're so boring, Emma; I thought we were going to have fun, but you're always scared. That's why no one invites you to sleepovers."
"Fine, let's do it; it's almost midnight anyway," Emma said, mustering a false bravado. She joined Emily in setting up the candles, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows across the room. They pricked their fingers and wrote their names. The instructions echoed in their minds as they prepared for the ritual.
As the clock struck midnight, they began the unsettling game. The room, once a haven of comfort, now felt like a portal to the unknown. The girls moved cautiously in the dim light, ensuring the candles stayed lit and the rules were followed. The air crackled with a strange energy, a mix of fear and anticipation.
Despite Emily's initial bravado, a subtle unease crept into her demeanor as the game progressed. The weight of the midnight hour pressed on them, and the stories of the strange and unusual seemed to come to life in the flickering candlelight.
Suddenly, a chill swept through the room, causing Emily's candle to flicker ominously. Emily screamed, trying to light the candle, but the lighter seemed to give out. 'Emma, give me your lighter!' As they fumbled with the lighter, Emma's candle blew out, and a crackling hum sounded at her right.
Suddenly, as if guided by an invisible hand, Emma felt a force tugging at her. She stumbled backward, a strange sensation gripping her senses. The hum intensified, drowning out any rational thought. With a sudden and unnatural force, Emma fell to the floor, her body convulsing as if caught in the throes of an unseen entity.
Foam began to bubble from her mouth, a chilling indication that something far more sinister than a mere game was at play. Emily screamed, 'Emma!' She grabbed her flashlight and saw the horror unfold. All the lights suddenly turned on and then turned off, flickering on and off. The ceiling lights swinging.
"Emma, wake up! Please!" Emily pleaded, her voice filled with terror. She desperately reached for Emma, her fingers trembling as they touched Emma's cold and clammy skin.
The air in the room seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly force, defying the laws of reality.
Suddenly, as if the room itself rebelled against the eerie events, the lights ceased their chaotic dance. The abrupt stillness left an unsettling calm in its wake. Emily, still holding her breath, stared at the now motionless surroundings. The ominous hum faded into an eerie silence.
As the room settled, Emily noticed a subtle change. Emma, who moments ago seemed caught in the grip of some malevolent force, now lay motionless on the floor. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding her gaze. The foam that had threatened to consume her mouth had vanished, leaving no trace of the unsettling occurrence.
"Em...Emma, are you okay?" Emily stammered, her voice a fragile whisper. The fear that had gripped her moments ago was now replaced with bewildered relief.
Emma blinked, as if waking from a strange dream. "What... what just happened?" she mumbled, looking around the room. The remnants of their makeshift fort, the scattered blankets, and the faint scent of extinguished candles surrounded them.
"You...you just fell, and things were coming out of your mouth," Emily wailed. "I'm feeling alright now," Emma said, getting up from the floor.
"Let's just go to bed," Emily said, still uneasy.
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after
Conneticut April 4, 1978
Katy sat on her bed with a sigh. She found herself surrounded by piles of dusty books, ancient manuscripts, and cryptic symbols strewn across her desk. The room was bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp, casting long shadows on the walls. The hours had slipped away unnoticed as Katy delved deeper into her research on cults.Frustration etched lines on Katy's face as she skimmed through yet another tome, its pages filled with archaic illustrations and cryptic writings. Her Ph.D. dissertation, neatly stacked nearby, seemed worlds away from the enigmatic realm she was now navigating.
"I should have more information by now," Katy muttered to herself, a tinge of exasperation in her voice. She rubbed her temples, feeling the strain of sleepless nights and relentless searching. The occult section of the library had become her second home, and yet, the answers remained elusive.
In a moment of determination, Katy gathered a fresh stack of books, determined to uncover the hidden connections between these cults and the supernatural disturbances that had captured the Warrens' attention. She traced her finger over the symbols, whispered incantations under her breath, and delved into the esoteric meanings behind each ritualistic practice.
The cult in question was known as the "Coven of the Silent Eclipse," a name she had come across in the margin of an old, dusty grimoire. Legends whispered of its existence, but concrete information was elusive, buried beneath layers of secrecy.
The clock ticked away, marking the passage of time as Katy meticulously combed through the details of the cult's practices, rituals, and beliefs.
As Katy sat at her desk, surrounded by books and notes, engrossed in her research. Her telephone rang.
Ashley: Hey, nerd. Burning the midnight oil again?
Katy: Guilty as charged. There's a lot to unravel here.
Ashley: So, spill the tea. Any ghostly encounters with the Warrens lately?
Katy chuckled at Ashley's teasing.
Katy: Nothing too spooky. Just the usual paranormal investigations and then I file them into the Warren's cabinet.
Ashley: Usual for you, maybe. I heard you even shared Christmas cheer with the Warrens. Cozy.
Katy, trying to sound nonchalant, replied.
Katy: Yeah, they insisted. Figured it beats spending the holidays alone.
Ashley: Insisted, huh? Or maybe someone wanted to avoid mistletoe with a certain paranormal investigator?
Katy rolled her eyes at Ashley's playful insinuation.
Katy: Please, Ash. You know Lorraine is married to Ed. It's strictly professional.
Ashley: Sure, sure. I bet you give each other lingering stares. Paranormal sparks, my friend.
Katy sighed, dismissing the notion.
Katy: You've been watching too many romantic movies. I'm interning for them, and that's it.
Ashley: yet you guys share Christmas dinners. I'm just saying, keep an eye on those lingering glances.
Katy hesitated, her voice a bit strained and now serious.
Katy: Ash, Lorraine's a woman. I can't... I can't like her like that.
Ashley, with a knowing tone, responded.
Ashley: Katy, you don't have to put yourself in a box. Feelings are messy and don't always follow the rules. Just be open to whatever makes you happy.
Katy, wrestling with her own thoughts, simply said:
Katy: I need to go, Ash. Talk to you later.
Katy ended the call with Ashley, her thoughts swirling like a tempest in her mind. She leaned back in her chair, fingers absently tapping on the desk.Closing her eyes, Katy took a deep breath, attempting to compartmentalize her emotions. The lines between her professional life with the Warrens and the undeniable connection she felt with Lorraine blurred like shadows in dim light. She wondered if her feelings were an unintended side effect of spending so much time in the world of the supernatural.
Yet, the undeniable truth lingered — an uncharted territory of emotions, her own heart challenging the neat compartments she tried to create. Lorraine's married status echoed like a cautionary whisper, a reminder of boundaries and responsibilities.
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After
Connecticut April 6 1978
"Ed, Lorraine, I'm grateful you could join me," Father Gordon began, his expression etched with a mix of concern and solemnity, as he sat on the chair in the Warren's kitchen table.
Ed nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Always a pleasure, Father. What's on your mind?"
The priest's gaze shifted, as if the weight of his words demanded careful consideration. "It's a case in California—a young girl named Emma. Disturbing paranormal occurrences, and unexplained marks on her body
Lorraine's empathetic nature stirred as she absorbed the details. "That sounds distressing. Do we have any specifics?"
ather Gordon nodded. "I've been in contact with the family. Emma's mother is desperate for answers, especially for her daughter who's going through unexplained phenomena. It's escalating, and I fear it's not something that can be easily dismissed."
Ed leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "Marks on the body? Any history of occult practices?"
The priest shook his head. "Nothing that the family is aware of. They're at their wit's end. The mother is especially terrified. She's witnessed Emma standing in front of walls, whispering strange things to herself. There's an unspoken fear of her own daughter."
Father Gordon nodded, handing them a file containing the details and the address. "It seems urgent, However, I must emphasize that I want to ensure this isn't a hoax, and want you to investigate.
Ed and Lorraine looked at each other, sensing the gravity of this situation. Father Gordon rose from his chair putting his hat on his head
'Keep me updated. Lorraine. Ed", he bowed his head slightly his face solemn and wrinkled from old age mixed with stress.
As Father Gordon left, the weight of the situation lingered in the room. Lorraine closed the door with a heavy sigh, her thoughts undoubtedly focused on the impending investigation.
"That poor family must be going through it, Ed," she remarked, crossing her arms with a deep sense of empathy.
Ed nodded in agreement, his expression reflecting a mix of concern and determination. "I know. We'll head to California first thing tomorrow. We need to get to the bottom of this and help that family."
Just as the atmosphere settled into a solemn resolve, the doorbell rang, interrupting their thoughts. Lorraine furrowed her brow in mild surprise, and Ed looked at her before making his way to the door.
Opening it, he was greeted by Katy, who stood there with a stack of papers in her hands and a hopeful expression. "Hey, Ed, Lorraine. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Her heart quickening as she saw Lorraine standing beside Ed. Katy thought she was so pretty. However Katy's eyes flickered between their serious expressions, and a subtle nervousness tugged at her.
Ed smiled. "Not at all, Katy. Come on in. What brings you here?"
Katy stepped inside, her heart still racing as she noticed Lorraine's presence. She wore a knee-length, flowing floral print skirt paired with a delicate blouse, creating an aura of elegance that captured Katy's attention. A delicate necklace adorned Lorraine's neck, adding a touch of sophistication to her appearance, it complimented the rosary in Lorraine's hand.
. "I came by to get some guidance on my research and, well, you did mention you had more case files for me to sort through."
Ed chuckled, "You have perfect timing. We just received a new case, and your research skills might come in handy. We're heading to California tomorrow, and we were actually thinking of asking if you'd like to join us."
Katy's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Join you? Really?"
Lorraine smiled warmly at her ."Yes really. Your insights into religion and the supernatural, along with your research skills, will be invaluable, Katy. This could provide valuable material for your studies."
Katy hesitated for a moment, a whirlwind of emotions crossing her face. "I... I'd be honored to join you. Thank you for considering me."
Ed and lorraine sat Katy and reviewed the upcoming case together.
As Katy flipped through the case files, her brows furrowed in deep concern. The details of the case in California painted a haunting picture of a family in distress. The primary subject, a young girl named Emma, was experiencing unsettling phenomena – unexplained marks on her body, strange whisperings in front of walls, and disturbing convulsions. The family was at their wit's end, and the urgency of the situation was palpable.
Ed leaned in, explaining, "Emma's mother is terrified. She's witnessed her daughter in the midst of these disturbing episodes, and it's escalating. The family in their desperation reached out their local church which proceeded to contact Father Gordon
Lorraine added, "There's an unspoken fear within the family, as if they're grappling with something beyond their understanding. We can't afford to underestimate the gravity of this situation."
Katy, absorbing the information, nodded solemnly. "It sounds intense. Are there any signs of previous paranormal activity in the area?"
Ed shook his head, "Nothing in the family's knowledge. No history of occult practices, and the disturbances seem to have emerged seemingly out of nowhere. We need to investigate and get to the root of this before it escalates further."
Lorraine handed Katy a set of photographs depicting the marks on Emma's body and the eerie scenes witnessed by the family.
As Katy scrutinized the pictures, her brow furrowed in concentration. There was a palpable tension in the air, an unspoken acknowledgment that something was amiss. She traced her fingers over the glossy surface of one particular photo, depicting the mysterious marks on the young girl's body. Her eyes widened with horror. There, within the captured scene, hidden in the background, was something she hadn't noticed before. A spectral figure, barely discernible, lingered in the shadows—an ominous presence that sent a shiver down her spine.
Katy's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening as she stared at the haunting figure. She dared not interrupt Lorraine and Ed's conversation with Drew and his team, but the realization of the unseen horror within the photograph gripped her with an icy dread. A silent gasp escaped her lips, unheard amidst the ongoing discussion.
However she was briefly interupted by Judy, the Warrens' daughter, who tiptoed into the kitchen. Her long black hair cascaded down, and she wore a cozy nightgown that swayed with her every move.
Lorraine's warm smile greeted Judy, a comforting presence amidst the unsettling circumstances. "Hey, sweetheart, what's going on?" Lorraine asked, her attention momentarily shifting from the conversation with Drew and his team.
Judy looked up with big, innocent eyes. "I can't sleep, Mom."
Lorraine nodded understandingly, and Judy, without missing a beat, crawled into her mother's lap. Lorraine wrapped her arms around Judy affectionately, but with a gentle firmness, she said, "You need to go back to bed, sweetheart."
Katy, sensing the mother-daughter moment, offered, "I can take her back to bed if you'd like."
Lorraine glanced at Katy with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Katy."
As Katy reached down to gently pick up Judy, their hands brushed for just a moment. Lorraine smiled, and Katy felt an unexpected flutter in her stomach. She led Judy back to her room.
During the short walk, Judy and Katy engaged in a casual conversation. Tucking her into bed, Katy asked, "Everything okay, Judy?"
Judy nodded, her eyes sleepy but curious. "Can you make sure my parents are safe in California?"
Katy reassured her with a smile, "I'll do my best, Judy. They're in good hands here, though."
Judy's gaze lingered on Katy, and with the honesty only a child could possess, she remarked, "You're pretty, like Mommy."
Katy chuckled, touched by the compliment. "Well, thank you, Judy. Your mom is pretty amazing too."
Judy grinned, her eyes drooping with sleep. "I can see why Mommy likes you."
Katy, still distracted by the brief touch of Lorraine's hand, laughed softly, "Your mom is a wonderful person, Judy. Now get some rest, okay?"
Katy sat back at the sofa , sipping her tea and stealing glances at Lorraine, who was fully immersed in reviewing some additional notes for the case at the kitchen table. Lorraine's intensity and focus were captivating, and Katy couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull toward her. She was wholeheartedly crushing on Lorraine, and every stolen glance only deepened her infatuation.
As Katy tried to compose herself, Drew turned to her with a playful smirk. "You seem pretty captivated, Katy. Enjoying the view?"
Caught off guard, Katy nearly choked on her tea. "What? No, I'm just...uh, focused on the case."
Drew chuckled knowingly. "Sure, sure. I've seen that look before. Lorraine does have that effect on people."
Katy blushed furiously, desperately trying to steer the conversation away from her embarrassing crush. "We should stay focused on the task at hand. The case is the priority here."
Drew leaned back in his chair, still grinning. "Oh, come on, Katy. Don't tell me you haven't noticed the way she commands a room. It's hard not to stare."
Katy stammered, "I—well, I'm not staring. And even if I were, it's not... it's not what you think."
Drew raised an eyebrow, his teasing grin turning sly. "Sure, sure. But you know, it's not just a one-way street. I've caught Lorraine giving a few lingering glances of her own."
Katy's eyes widened, her embarrassment deepening. "What? No way."
Drew chuckled, enjoying the reaction. "Oh, come on, Katy. You're not the only one who's noticed things. We're all human, after all."
Katy's mind raced, and she glanced nervously at Lorraine, who was still engrossed in the case. Was it possible that Lorraine had noticed her glances too? The thought sent a mix of anxiety and excitement through her. As the banter continued, Katy couldn't shake the feeling that there might be more to the story than she had initially realized. However this creates more of an internal struggle. She can't be liking lorraine. It's wrong. especially for a woman to like another woman. She needs to shut down this conversation.
"Look, Drew, I appreciate the banter, but I'm into guys, so you can drop it."
Drew looked around then leaned in closer to Katy, his tone hushed. "You do know Lorraine's a clairvoyant, right? She probably knows."
Katy's eyes widened, and she shot a panicked glance at Lorraine, who was still working on the case. Flustered, Katy grabbed a nearby pillow and playfully shoved it to her face, attempting to stifle any further conversation on the matter. Drew, however, couldn't help but chuckle at Katy's reaction, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Lorraine looked over with a quizzical expression. "What's going on over there, you two?"
Drew, still grinning, responded with feigned innocence, "Oh, just some top-secret office gossip, Lorraine. Nothing you need to worry about.", Katy found herself increasingly overwhelmed by the emotions. The room seemed to close in on her, and she suddenly stood up, excusing herself with a mumbled, "I'll be right back."
She hurried to the bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror. The weight of her emotions, tangled with the internal struggle of grappling with her identity, bore down on her. She took a deep breath, attempting to steady herself, but the tears welled up in her eyes.
The conflicting feelings of longing and confusion overwhelmed her. She felt like she was doing something wrong, that these emotions were not supposed to be part of her reality. The societal expectations and her own internalized beliefs collided with the undeniable truth of her feelings for Lorraine.A shaky breath escaped her lips as she whispered to herself, "This can't be right. I can't be feeling this way."
Katy took a moment to compose herself in the bathroom, wiping away a few tears with the back of her hand. As she left, she tried to put on a brave face, but the traces of emotion were still evident in her eyes.
Back in the living room, Lorraine noticed Katy's return, her concern immediately sparked by the tearful glint in Katy's eyes. Sensing that something more profound was at play, Lorraine got up from her seat, meeting Katy halfway.
"Oh, hun," Lorraine said softly, her voice filled with genuine care. Without hesitation, she wrapped Katy in a comforting hug, offering the solace of a kind and understanding presence.
This simple act of kindness sent a hurricane of emotions through Katy. As she hugged Lorraine, she couldn't help but feel the depth of her affection for this remarkable woman. The realization struck her like a lightning bolt — it wasn't just Lorraine's captivating presence or her clairvoyant abilities that drew Katy in; it was her ultimate kindness.
unable to hold back her emotions any longer, Katy started to cry softly in Lorraine's embrace. Lorraine, still holding her, reached for a nearby napkin and gently handed it to Katy, silently acknowledging the depth of the moment and offering the comfort Katy needed.
Lorraine, still holding Katy in the comforting embrace, felt the tremors of emotion beneath her touch. Concern etched her face as she softly asked, "What's wrong, dear? , "Did Drew say something to you that you didn't like?"
Katy took a deep breath, using the opportunity to provide a partial truth, a plausible explanation for her emotional turmoil. " No It's just... my dissertation. It's overwhelming, and I feel like I'm drowning in it."
Lorraine tightened her embrace, offering a supportive squeeze. "I understand the pressure of academic work, Katy. It can be a lot to handle. Take a moment for yourself, and if there's anything I can do to help or talk about, I'm here."
Despite Lorraine's understanding response, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Katy's distress. " Katy...Is it only the dissertation? Something tells me there might be something else on your mind." Lorraine held her gaze and searched her face.
It's just school stress," Katy insisted, her cheeks flushing as she avoided Lorraine's probing gaze.
"Alright," Lorraine said with a soft nod. She patted Katy's hand gently, a gesture of reassurance that carried a warmth that transcended words.
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California March 5 1978
Emily called her mom early the next morning, expressing a desire to go home before 5 p.m. due to the unsettling events of the previous day.
"I'm truly fine, Emily. Please stay a little longer," Emma said, moving her cereal around as Emily prepared her bags.
Emily hesitated, holding her pillow. "I just need to get home. My mom needs me," Emily lied through her teeth. A mix of confusion and hurt settled in as her best friend seemed to distance herself.
Later in the day, Emma called her mom to ask for pocket change to buy a candy bar from Murphy's down the street.
"Emma, I'm sorry, but I don't have any change for a candy bar right now. Money is tight, and we need every penny," her mom said tiredly.
"It's only 10 cents, Mom," Emma groaned.
"Emma, have a bit of responsibility. They are laying people off; my job might be on the line. We won't even have a roof over our heads." Her mom didn't wait for her response before hanging up the phone.
In the evening, Emma decided to take a bath, seeking a momentary escape from the stress that surrounded her.
She filled the bathtub, the sound of running water echoing in the bathroom. Emma sank into the warm water, trying to let go of the worries that clung to her. The steam enveloped the room, creating a tranquil facade, and for a moment, everything seemed normal.
However, as Emma closed her eyes, a subtle shift occurred. The water's surface trembled, and a strange sensation crept over her. Without warning, an unseen force seized her, pulling her underneath the water's surface. The tranquility shattered, replaced by an overwhelming darkness that engulfed her senses. Emma struggled against the unseen grip, her heart racing as she found herself in a surreal and unsettling underwater realm.
Emma's scream echoed through the bathroom, "Mom!" even though she knew her mom wasn't there. The sound reverberated against the walls, a desperate plea for help that went unanswered. In the confined space beneath the water, Emma struggled against the unseen force, the darkness pressing in around her.
In the blink of an eye, everything went still. The once turbulent underwater world seemed to freeze, leaving Emma suspended in a moment of eerie calm. The water, which had moments ago felt like a suffocating force, now cradled her in an unnerving silence.
The stillness hung in the air, creating an unsettling contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. Emma, disoriented and breathless, cautiously looked around, searching for any sign of the unseen force that had pulled her beneath the water.
The bathroom, with its familiar tiles and the soft glow of ambient light, remained unchanged.
Emma, still breathing heavily, moved out of the tub and wrapped herself in her robe. The cool air of the bathroom contrasted sharply with the warmth of the water, and her skin prickled with a lingering sense of unease. Droplets of water clung to her, mirroring the residual tension that clung to the room.
She stood there, taking a moment to collect herself, her senses on high alert. With a lingering glance at the now tranquil bath, Emma hesitated, unsure of what had just transpired. She shakingly made her way to heat leftover soup for dinner.
The familiar aroma of the soup filled the kitchen, a comforting scent that usually brought a sense of normalcy. Yet, tonight, every shadow, every flicker of the candles, seemed to carry an added weight.
When Emma's mother finally arrived home, she found her daughter sleeping on the small couch beside the television. She felt a little guilty for not getting her a candy bar earlier. She lifted her up from the couch and placed her in her bed, smoothing the crease on her brow. The lights were turned off as Emma's own mom slipped into her own slumber.
In the chilling silence of 3 a.m., Emma's peaceful slumber transformed into a nightmarish descent, with the veil between dreams and reality growing thin. The familiar contours of her home twisted into a macabre labyrinth as shadows danced malevolently. She witnessed a heart-wrenching scene—her mother, a spectral figure bathed in an ethereal, haunting light, facing an unseen horror. The air resonated with the anguished cries that seemed to escape her mother's lips, echoing through the surreal nightmare.
As Emma moved through the dream, her heart pounded with dread, and she found herself unable to look away. The nightmare unfurled like a tragic tableau, each step leading her closer to the heart of the horror. The walls bore witness to silent screams, and the atmosphere crackled with an ominous energy that heightened the sense of impending doom. Her mother, trapped in a nightmarish tableau, seemed to wither and fade before Emma's eyes. The dream played out the unbearable image of her mother's demise, each fleeting moment etching itself into Emma's consciousness like a nightmarish tapestry of grief. The dream air grew thick with sorrow, and the nightmare seemed to feed off the raw emotions woven into the fabric of the unreal.
When Emma finally jolted awake, gasping for breath in the oppressive darkness, the echoes of the nightmare lingered. The room, once familiar, now bore the weight of the haunting images that had seared into her subconscious. The sinister depths of her mind had unleashed a horror that transcended the boundaries of sleep, leaving Emma shaken and haunted by the vivid, spectral tragedy she had witnessed in her dreams.
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California March 15 1978
As the days inched forward, Emma's world seemed to unravel. The financial strain tightened its grip on her family, particularly her mom, who faced the unfortunate reality of losing her job due to layoffs. In response, Emma's mom sought solace in the dimly lit corners of local bars, drowning her worries in the haze of alcohol.
One afternoon, as she sat on the porch sipping iced tea, the warm California sun casting long shadows, everything seemed as normal as it could be. Then suddenly, the distant hum of traffic crescendoed into a cacophony, and the air grew thick with tension. Before her eyes, a car accident, the screeching of tires, the crunch of metal, and the shrill sound of breaking glass.
Terrified, Emma's grip tightened on her glass as she witnessed the collision play out before her. She gasped, her heart pounding in her chest. In her panic, she screamed for help, drawing the attention of her neighbor, Sal, who rushed out to see the commotion.
Breathless and on the verge of hysteria, Emma pointed frantically at the wreckage. Concern etched across Sal's face, he scanned the street, only to find nothing but the usual calm suburban scene. Sal, worry etched across his face, took a step closer and said, "Emma, there's no accident. Are you sure you're okay?"
Confused, Emma insisted, "There was a car accident, Sal! I saw it!" She peered over the porch again, searching for the remnants of the collision, but there was no car, no glass, and no blood.
Sal, his concern deepening, furrowed his brows and asked cautiously, "Emma, are you... taking any drugs?"
Emma's eyes flashed with a mixture of offense and frustration. She clutched the iced tea tightly and retorted, "Drugs? Seriously, Sal? I'm not on anything."
"You don't seem like yourself, and, well, you hallucinated an accident, that's not normal. Maybe you should see a doctor." Sal said, crossing his arms as he peered inside her house. "Where is your mom?" he asked.
Emma took the iced tea and, without a second thought, poured it over Sal. The cold liquid cascaded over him, a stark shock on Sal's face mirrored the escalating intensity of the situation. Emma slammed the sliding door shut, which reverberated with a resounding thud, echoing the turbulence within her.
"Emma, what the fuck!" Sal screamed through the sliding door.
once inside, Emma leaned against the door, her chest heaving with each desperate breath. The air felt thick, and the walls seemed to close in around her. The familiar surroundings of her home offered little solace as the remnants of the vivid hallucination clung to her like a haunting specter.
With shaky steps, Emma made her way to the bathroom, the cool tiles providing a stark contrast to the warmth of the California sun outside. The sound of running water filled the small space as Emma splashed her face, the cold liquid a jarring reminder of reality.
As she looked at herself in the mirror, Emma's reflection appeared both foreign and familiar. Her eyes, wide with distress, mirrored the confusion that swirled within her mind.
Breathing deeply, Emma tried to dispel the residual tension that gripped her. The rhythmic sound of her breaths gradually steadied. She turned away from mirror to dry her face but when she turned back There, on the mirror, an ominous handprint marred the surface, a stark contrast to the pristine glass. The handprint, unmistakably composed of crimson streaks, sent shivers down Emma's spine.
A gasp caught in her throat as the realization set in.
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The front door creaked open, signaling Emma's mother's return. The faint scent of alcohol lingered in the air as she entered, her movements slightly unsteady. Emma, still grappling with the unsettling events, braced herself for what was to come.
"Emma," her mother called out, her words slightly slurred. "What the fuck happened with Sal? He came over to the car talking about some iced tea incident."
Emma, her nerves on edge, met her mother's gaze with defiance. "It was an accident, okay? He was being nosy, and I..."
Her mother's eyes narrowed cutting her off ,"So you decide to pour shit on our neighbor!" Emma's mom said, her voice rising as she banged her purse on the table.
Emma took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I didn't mean to, Mom. I've been seeing things, and every time I sleep, I have a nightmare. It's like I'm losing control, and I don't know how to make it stop."
"Bullshit, you're lying to me now. This sounds like stuff that happens when you mess with drugs. What the hell have you been doing Emma!". Her mom bellows in the night.
"I'm not on anything Mom"! Emma screams matching her mom's voice. She screamed her words a defiant echo in the small, tense space.
Unable to bear the accusatory gaze any longer, Emma turned abruptly and stormed off, her steps heavy with a mixture of anger and despair. The door to her room slammed shut behind her, the force of it resonating with the tumultuous emotions that had reached a boiling point.
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Connecticut April 7 1978
Katy was running late, her room scattered with remnants of packing as she hurriedly stuffed clothes into her suitcase. Ashley lounged on Katy's bed, an amused smirk playing on her lips. "Come on, Katy! We don't want to keep the Warrens waiting, do we?" .
Ashley teased, twirling a strand of her hair. Katy shot her friend a playful glare, zipping up her suitcase. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one dealing with Ed's 'punctuality is key' lectures." Ashley chuckled, standing up and offering a hand to Katy.
"Well, you know how Mr. Warren is. But hey, think of it this way—you'll have plenty of time to daydream about a certain someone during the drive."
Blushing, Katy swatted Ashley's hand away." I Have to go ". Ashley giggled and hugged Katy goodbye."Hopefully you packed something cute". she said with a wink. The sound of a car approaching hinted Ed and Lorraine Warren were here.
As Katy rushed towards the waiting taxi, her heart raced with nervousness. Lorraine and Ed were already seated in the back of the taxi, chatting amiably. Katy hesitated for a moment, assessing the available seats.The only open spot was next to Lorraine. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, and slid into the seat beside her. As Katy settled into the taxi beside Lorraine, the captivating scent of Lorraine's perfume enveloped her. It was a delicate fragrance, reminiscent of a timeless elegance. The subtle notes of bergamot and lemon unfolded with the richness of jasmine, and rose.'
Of course she would smell really good', Katy thought. This only made sitting next to her almost unbearable. she fumbled to put on her seatbelt, and Katy's leg accidentally brushed into Lorraine's exposed leg that wasn't covered by her skirt. Katy stole a glance at Lorraine, only to notice a faint blush tinged on her cheeks. Lorraine was blushing! The enigma of Lorraine's reaction stirred a flutter in Katy's heart
The taxi pulled up to the bustling train station, and Katy, Ed, and Lorraine—gathered their belongings, preparing to board the train. The air hummed with a sense of anticipation as passengers hurriedly moved about, and the distant sound of trains echoed through the platform.
They settled into their seats putting their luggage away.
"By the way, Katy, the camera crew will be joining us later on. Drew and the others are set to arrive once we're settled in California. They'll document our investigations for the records."
However he stopped speaking when Lorraine's expression shifted. Her blue eyes, usually warm and composed, took on a distant look. Ed, familiar with the subtle signs of Lorraine's visions, gently placed a hand on her arm, silently acknowledging the shift in her perception.
Katy, observing the sudden change in Lorraine, felt a shiver down her spine. She had heard about Lorraine's psychic abilities, but witnessing it firsthand brought a mix of awe and trepidation. Lorraine's gaze seemed to pierce through the immediate surroundings, connecting with something beyond the tangible.She noticed that Lorraine had invertently clutched Katy's arm tightly.
In the depths of her psychic vision, Lorraine found herself standing within the confines of Emma's house, surrounded by an eerie silence that hung in the air like a heavy mist. As Lorraine moved through the space, her blue eyes, windows to the supernatural, beheld the unfolding events.Emma, seemingly unaware of Lorraine's presence, moved through the house with a palpable sense of dread. Along with Emma was a dark and evil prescence clutching her body.A demonic force. It became evident that the demonic force harbored a dark desire—it hungered for Emma's soul.
Lorraine's eyes flickered, a momentary disorientation settling over her as the vision released its hold. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the weight of the revelation. Turning to Katy and Ed, her blue eyes, now tinged with a haunted intensity, conveyed the urgency of what she had witnessed.
"Lorraine," Katy whispered, her concern evident in her gaze, "what did you see?"
"Emma ...She's not just haunted, she's possessed," Lorraine uttered, her voice carrying a solemn gravity. The words hung in the air, each syllable laden with the terror of the unseen forces at play.
Ed's brows furrowed in concern. Katy, though still processing the reality unfolding before her, felt a shiver down her spine.
Lorraine continued, her voice steadying despite the gravity of the situation. "Whatever entity has latched onto her wants more than just a vessel. It wants to harm her, to take control, and it's fixated on causing harm to her mother."
Katy clutched Lorraine's arm, and Lorraine smiled in return, a silent gesture to let Lorraine know that she wasn't alone
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Part 2
The possession
California March 20 1978
Ever since the unsettling events started to unfold in Emma's life, a sinister undercurrent seeped into her daily routine, extending its tendrils to the one place that used to be a sanctuary—her school. As she navigated the hallways, the once-familiar faces now seemed distant, their whispers hanging in the air like an unspoken verdict.
The shift in dynamics became painfully evident when she noticed her friend, Emily, gradually slipping away. The once-shared laughter and secrets now belonged to Nancy's exclusive circle, leaving Emma on the fringes of social relevance. The lunchroom, once filled with camaraderie, became a desolate space where Emma sat alone, the absence of friendly faces accentuating her isolation.
The weight of loneliness bore down on Emma's shoulders, casting a shadow over her academic endeavors. Once a diligent student, her grades began to suffer as the tendrils of despair wound themselves around her focus and motivation. The classroom, once a space of learning and growth, now felt like an alien landscape where Emma struggled to make sense of the lessons through a haze of tears.
The bathroom became her refuge, albeit a temporary one. Behind the closed door, Emma allowed herself the vulnerability she couldn't display in the open corridors. The sound of her stifled sobs echoed off the tiles, a poignant soundtrack to the isolation she felt. The mirrors reflected a fractured image—a girl grappling with the dual horrors of the supernatural and the loneliness that permeated her reality.
In those moments of solitude, Emma yearned for understanding, for a connection that transcended the spectral shadows that haunted her. The tears marked a silent rebellion against the alienation, a poignant plea for someone to see beyond the surface and recognize the turmoil beneath.
As Emma faced the chilling isolation at school, the lines between the paranormal and the painfully human blurred, creating a haunting symphony of despair that reverberated through the empty hallways.
As Emma, fueled by a mix of frustration and desperation, approached Emily, she could sense the wary glances of their peers, curious eyes tracking the brewing conflict.
"Emily, we need to talk," Emma implored, her voice carrying the weight of the unspoken. Emily, initially caught off guard, shot a quick glance at her circle of friends. The subtle reluctance on her face betrayed the internal struggle between loyalty and the unsettling truth she harbored.
"What's so important that you had to pull me away from everyone?" Emily retorted, her attempt to mask the unease with nonchalance faltering in the face of Emma's intensity.
As the hallway buzzed with the cadence of passing periods, Emma's gaze bore into Emily's eyes, seeking a connection that transcended the fractures in their friendship. "Something's wrong, Em. Something's happening to me, and I need you to believe me," Emma pleaded, her vulnerability laid bare.
Emily's facade cracked, revealing a mixture of concern and discomfort. "Why should I believe you? You've been acting weird, and I don't know what's going on," Emily responded, a defensive edge to her words.
The moment hung in the air, a fragile bridge between two friends on the verge of collapse. It was then that Emily, her guard slipping, decided to divulge the chilling secret that had been haunting her since the inexplicable events began.
"The day you collapsed, Emma, you were saying things—dark things. You were whispering about how you'd kill your mother and how both of you would die. It was like you were possessed or something," Emily confessed, her eyes betraying the fear that lingered in the shadows of her revelation.
Emma's heart sank as the weight of Emily's words settled over her.Tears welled up in Emma's eyes as the isolation she felt intensified. The fragments of her life were crumbling, and the ominous shadows seemed to stretch farther, engulfing her in a chilling embrace. The weight of her own words, spoken in an altered state, hung heavy in the air, leaving her haunted by the possibility of a darkness within that she couldn't understand.
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California March 29 1978
In the dead of night, Emma's eyes snapped open, but they were glazed over, an eerie emptiness replacing the warmth that once resided within them. In a trance-like state, she rose from her bed, her movements unnaturally slow and deliberate. Unbeknownst to her, a sinister force seemed to guide her every step.
Whispers echoed through the room, chilling and malevolent. "Die, die, die. Your soul, your soul, your soul," Emma murmured in a haunting cadence as she approached the wall. Her fingers trailed over the surface, leaving an unsettling sensation in their wake.
As her mom entered, the sight before her horrified her to the core. Emma, eyes vacant, continued to murmur the ominous words, her connection with an unseen force palpable. In a desperate attempt to shake her daughter from this surreal trance, Emma's mother called out her name with increasing desperation.
"Emma! Emma! Snap out of it!" she cried, her voice a desperate plea in the face of an otherworldly darkness.
In a sudden, jarring motion, Emma collapsed to the floor, convulsions wracking her body as if tormented by unseen forces.
Her limbs contorted in unnatural ways, and bruises began to manifest on her thighs and arms, dark imprints that seemed to materialize with each convulsive spasm. The room, once a haven, now bore witness to a harrowing spectacle as Emma writhed on the floor, trapped in the clutches of an otherworldly darkness.
Emma's mother, horror etched across her face, struggled to comprehend the surreal nightmare unfolding before her eyes. Frantically, she reached out, attempting to cradle her convulsing daughter, a profound sense of helplessness washing over her as she called out Emma's name with anguished desperation.
The room reverberated with the sounds of Emma's tormented convulsions, each movement accompanied by a haunting echo that seemed to bridge the gap between the physical realm and the malevolent forces at play.
A guttural scream escaped her lips, cutting through the air with an urgency that bespoke the gravity of the situation.
"We need to call a priest!" she exclaimed, the words tumbling out as a desperate plea to summon divine intervention. The weight of the supernatural darkness that had engulfed Emma seemed to demand a spiritual remedy, and the urgency in her mother's voice reflected the stark realization that this was beyond the realm of ordinary afflictions.
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California April 1 1978
As Emma's mother ushered the local priest into the room, a palpable tension hung in the air. Emma sat on the bed, an odd calmness enveloping her, her fingers gently clasping the teacup as she took measured sips. Her gaze, however, betrayed a subtle unease, flickering with a hint of something otherworldly. She had missed school yesterday after her mom called to say she was feelingill.
The priest, a solemn figure draped in religious vestments, studied Emma with a discerning eye. He approached cautiously, his movements deliberate as if navigating an unseen realm. The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the clash between the mundane and the supernatural.
"Emma," the priest began, his voice a steady invocation against the shadows that lingered.
As the priest observed Emma's appearance, a sickly pallor had replaced her usual vitality. Her once vibrant eyes now held a vacant and distant gaze, devoid of the spark that once defined her. Dark circles clung to the hollows beneath her eyes, a testament to the restless nights and the torment that had taken residence within.
Emma's countenance seemed to have weathered a storm, the lines of exhaustion etched on her face like scars of an otherworldly battle. Her skin, once warm and alive, now bore a clammy texture, the touch of an unseen force lingering in the unsettling chill that surrounded her.
Emma's response was an eerie calmness. She looked at the priest, her eyes harboring an unsettling depth. "Tea, Father?" she offered, her voice carrying an uncanny serenity that echoed through the room, creating a disconcerting harmony with the unfolding spiritual struggle.
The priest, sensing the gravity of the situation, took Emma's mother aside into the relative privacy of her room.
Emma's mother, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and concern, couldn't contain her distress any longer. "Father, please, tell me what's happening to my daughter. What's wrong with her?"
In a hushed tone, he confessed, "I am not an expert in these matters, but I know of individuals who might be able to help. Their names are Ed and Lorraine Warren, renowned demonologists with a track record of dealing with such cases."He pressed on, underscoring the urgency of the situation. "If there's anyone who can provide assistance swiftly and effectively, it's Ed and Lorraine Warren. I recommend contacting them immediately. Time is of the essence."
Emma's mother, grappling with disbelief and the looming shadows of the unknown, dismissed the priest's suggestion with a trace of defiance. "There has to be some other explanation for this. Maybe she's experiencing a psychotic break".
The priest shook his head sympathetically, "I know this is difficult to process but your daughter is experiencing something paranormal. this is a case for The Warrens who are experienced demonologists. They have dealt with cases like these before. I'll give you the contact information for their church in Connecticut... but...Does Emma have any other family, perhaps her father?
Emma's mother, a bitter edge in her voice, replied, "Her father is not a good father. He's out of the picture, and I doubt he'd be of any help. The priest took in a deep breath and rested a comforting hand on her shoulder. "please take care of yourself and your daughter".
Despite the priest's urging and the growing unease settling over her home, Emma's mother found herself unable to make the call to the church. Doubt lingered in her mind, overshadowing the priest's words and the unsettling events unfolding around her. The fear of the unknown warred with her desire to find a rational explanation, leading her to postpone seeking the help of Ed and Lorraine Warren.
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California April 3 1978
Emma's condition continued to worsen. It became truly unbearable to the point that the only option was to call the church in connecticut. The night before was truly horrifying.
Emma's mother awoke to an unsettling stillness in the house. A dim glow emanated from the living room, casting eerie shadows across the hallway. Alarmed, she made her way to the source of the faint light.
As she entered the living room, a chilling sight awaited her. Emma stood in front of the television, holding a gleaming kitchen knife. The room was consumed by an eerie silence, punctuated only by the static on the TV screen.
"Emma?" her mother called out cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. Emma remained unresponsive, her gaze fixed on the flickering static. The glint of the knife in her hand sent shivers down her mother's spine.
Fear and confusion gripped Emma's mother as she carefully approached her daughter. The air hung heavy with an otherworldly tension, and the normalcy of their home had been replaced by a palpable sense of dread.
"Emma, sweetheart, what are you doing?" she implored, her voice trembling. The static on the TV seemed to dance in chaotic patterns, mirroring the turmoil that had enveloped their lives.
Emma's eyes, vacant and distant, reflected none of the warmth her mother knew. The knife in her hand posed a threat that transcended the physical, and in that moment, the reality of their nightmare became even more harrowing.
As Emma's mother reached out, attempting to gently coax the knife from her daughter's grip, a whisper filled the room—a chilling, guttural voice that seemed to emanate from the Emma herself, a sinister chuckle.
It was a voice that bore no resemblance to the daughter her mother knew, a voice that sent a shiver down her spine. The room seemed to close in as the shadows whispered malevolently, casting a macabre symphony that reverberated through the air.
Emma's mother fumbled for the phone, her hands trembling as she dialed the number the priest had given her. The cold voice on the other end of the line answered, and she quickly relayed the desperate situation unfolding in her home. A man named Father Gordon was on the other line.
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California April 7 1978
present day
As Ed, Lorraine, and Katy stepped out of the train in California, they were met with a stark contrast to the cool, sometimes brisk weather of Connecticut. The warmth of the California sun embraced them, casting a warm golden hue over the surroundings. However today was particularly windy.
Katy's long wavy dark curls danced in the wind, and a sudden gust playfully swept them across her face. Lorraine, quick to notice, reached out and gently tucked Katy's unruly strands behind her ear.
There you go, hun," Lorraine said with a gentle smile. The gentle touch of Lorraine, her fingers grazing Katy's cheek as she tucked away the rebellious strands, sent a subtle shiver down Katy's spine.
'Thanks," Katy murmured. Lorraine's eyes held a lingering gaze, and a soft smile played on her lips. " Wouldn't want those beautiful curls hiding your face."
Ed stepped forward, dragging Lorraine's suitcase with a playful grin."Ah here you go, Lorraine". Lorraine took the suitcase from him and chuckled. Observing the interaction between Ed and Lorraine, Katy thought to herself, She's just being nice, it's her nature.The reminder of Lorraine's marital status and the internal skepticism dampened the fluttering anticipation Katy had felt moments ago. Katy's gaze fell upon the rosary in Lorraine's hands as Lorraine carried her luggage and was a stark reminder that Lorraine possibly couldn't even accept Katy's feelings due to her strong religious background .The realization stirred a twinge of melancholy and self loathing in her chest. Katy gathered her own luggage and they walked to hail a taxi.
Throughout the taxi ride, Katy remained unusually quiet, her thoughts seemingly consumed by an internal turmoil. Lorraine, sitting beside her, couldn't help but notice the change in Katy's demeanor. The usual vibrancy that accompanied their interactions had been replaced by a contemplative stillness. Lorraine adjusted herself in her seat, her brows furrowing in concern as she cast a thoughtful glance toward Katy. She leaned towards Ed, her voice a soft murmur.
"Ed,Have you noticed something off with Katy lately? She's been unlike herself lately and seems really stressed out. I'm worried about her." The concern in Lorraine's eyes reflected the genuine care.
Ed, glancing back at Katy and then turning his attention to Lorraine, responded with a reassuring tone, "She's probably just stressed from all the research and hitting a wall with it. Hopefully, diving into this case will help her out. You know how passionate she is about her work."
As the taxi pulled up to the residence where Emma and her mom lived, Ed, Lorraine, and Katy were greeted by a modest yet inviting home. The facade, adorned with blooming flowers, exuded a sense of warmth despite the underlying darkness they were there to confront.The air around the house seemed heavy. Emma's mother, a woman in her mid forties with tired eyes, greeted them with a polite but anxious smile.
"Thank you for coming," she said, her voice carrying a mix of gratitude and desperation. "I don't know where else to turn."
Emma's mother led them into the living room. "Emma's in her room," she began, her voice trembling. "But I've had to tie her hands at night. She... she wanders, and I'm afraid she might hurt herself... she's become violent." Ed, Lorraine and Katy shared a glance.
Lorraine, her expression filled with compassion, nodded understandingly. "You're doing everything you can to keep her safe".
As Emma's mother led the group to Emma's room, they found her sitting on the bed, furiously scribbling something down on a piece of paper. The room felt charged with an unsettling energy. Lorraine, ever attuned to the supernatural, approached Emma cautiously, sitting on the chair next to her."Honey there's some people here to see you".
Lorraine spoke gently, " Hi Emma, my name is Lorraine, can you tell me what you're writing?" Her voice was soothing, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy in the room. Emma continued to write, seemingly unaware of their presence.
Lorraine's eyes flickered with a subtle intensity as she observed Emma. There was a moment of stillness, and then Emma's head turned slowly toward Lorraine, her eyes meeting Lorraine's with an eerie focus.
The words etched onto the paper began innocently enough with a simple "Die," but as Emma's trance-like state intensified, the writing morphed into a more malevolent script, the strokes becoming jagged and aggressive.
Lorraine maintained her focus, determined to understand the source of Emma's distress. "Emma, can you tell me who is making you write this?" she inquired gently.
Amidst the eerie tableau in Emma's room, where the air crackled with an otherworldly energy, Emma's voice cut through the silence like a spectral whisper.
"Leave," she uttered, her tone carrying a weight that seemed to resonate with an unseen force.
Lorraine, Ed, and Katy exchanged puzzled glances, uncertain about the origin of Emma's command. Her eyes, still veiled by an unsettling intensity, held a distant focus that seemed to peer into realms beyond their comprehension.
The word hung in the air, a spectral request that hinted at a force not entirely tethered to the mortal realm.
In the dimly lit kitchen, Emma's mother, her eyes reflecting a mix of desperation and hope, addressed Lorraine, Ed, and Katy.
"Can you help her?...I think she's posessed" she implored, the weight of a mother's worry evident in her voice.
Ed, taking a moment to assess the situation, spoke with a calm assurance. "We'll do our best to help, but we need more information, and evidence for the church that's she is the hands of something paranormal or even demonic".
"What about the pictures I sent to father Gordon", The mother said crossing her arms.
Ed sighed, "Unfortunately we need hard evidence, a video something to show Emma in that state".
Emma's mom led the trio to the guest rooms, showing them where they could put their luggage. To Katy's unease, her assigned room was right next to Emma's, and she didn't want to be alone sleeping next to her room. Lorraine, sensing Katy's discomfort, offered a solution.
"Katy, if it makes you feel better, I can sleep in the same room with you. Since this room has two twin beds. What do you think?" Lorraine's words were considerate, her gaze lingering for a moment.
Katy felt a flush of warmth spreading across her cheeks at the idea of sharing a room with Lorraine. Despite the lingering sadness from earlier, the prospect of being in such close quarters with Lorraine caused a subtle flutter in her heart. She stole a glance at Ed, wondering if he would mind the arrangement. To her surprise, Ed seemed unfazed by the suggestion.
"I'm fine with it. Ed replied, his easygoing demeanor adding a sense of reassurance.
Katy hesitated for a moment before nodding, her voice a bit softer than usual, "Sure, that sounds good. Thank you, Lorraine."
As they settled in, the prospect of seeing Lorraine in a nightgown added an unexpected blush to Katy's cheeks. The conflicting emotions of sadness and a burgeoning attraction left her in a state of introspection.
Later that day,Katy spent hours searching through documents, sifting through the history of the house and the surrounding area. Despite her thorough efforts, she found nothing out of the ordinary. Frustrated, she gathered the documents and headed back to the house.
Upon returning, she found Ed in the living room, reviewing some notes and Lorraine and Emma's mother in the kitchen preparing supper. She sighed and approached Ed, the disappointment evident on her face.
"Ed, I've been through everything I could find, but there's nothing unusual in the documents. No strange occurrences, no dark history. It's like a regular old house with a regular old history," Katy explained, her frustration tinged with a hint of confusion.
"That's strange," Ed admitted, tapping his pen on the table. "These things usually don't happen out of nowhere. There's usually a trigger, an event, or something that sets it off.
Katy nodded, though the confusion on her face lingered. Maybe there's something we missed or an angle we haven't explored yet."
As the evening Wore on , Emma's mom called them to the dining area, where a modest dinner awaited.
Ed, ever observant, noticed the absence of a place setting for Emma.
"Is Emma joining us for dinner?" Ed inquired, concern etched on his face.
Emma's mom sighed, her shoulders slumping. "It's been hard to get her to eat these days. She's not really present".
Katy, sensing an opportunity to contribute, spoke up, "I can take a plate to her. What are we having for dinner?"
Katy entered Emma's room, greeted by an eerie silence and the dim glow of the single lamp in the corner. The curtains were drawn tightly, shrouding the space in darkness. Emma, seated on the bed, stared at Katy with vacant eyes, her expression a mix of curiosity and detachment.
"Hey, Emma," Katy said gently, holding out the plate of dinner. "I brought you something to eat. Thought you might be hungry."
Emma's gaze remained fixed on Katy, unresponsive. The air in the room felt heavy with an unspoken tension, and Katy, sensing Emma's distant gaze, carefully placed the plate on a nearby table.
"If you need anything, just let me know," Katy offered, her voice soft. She hesitated for a moment, then decided to sit in a chair across from Emma, trying to bridge the gap between them. The room felt like a void, and Katy couldn't shake the feeling that there were layers of darkness waiting to be unraveled.
Emma's eyes, though still carrying an otherworldly intensity, pleaded with Katy. "You have to leave, Katy, all of you. It wants you gone".
Katy squeezed Emma's hand reassuringly. "Emma, we're here to help you. Ed and Lorraine are experts in dealing with these kinds of situations. Whatever is happening, we'll figure it out together, okay?"
"Katy, you don't understand. It's violent, and if you stay, you might die," Emma whispered urgently, her eyes reflecting a profound terror. The weight of her words echoed, creating a chilling silence in the room.
The sudden shift in Emma's demeanor sent a shiver down Katy's spine. The chilling chuckle, void of sanity, echoed in the dimly lit room. A sense of unease settled over Katy as she witnessed the unsettling transformation.Katy moved away from her chair as Emma rose from her bed staring at straight at Katy.The room seemed to darken as Emma's laughter echoed, a stark contrast to the once-familiar chuckles of her old self.
"Emma, please, we're here to help you," Katy pleaded, her voice filled with a mix of concern and fear. She took a tentative step backward, the weight of the unknown pressing on her.
Emma's gaze intensified, and a sinister edge laced her voice as she spoke, "You don't understand, Katy. This isn't a place for the living. It's hungry, and it wants us all to die."
In a sudden, unnatural movement, Emma sprang to the wall right above Katy, defying the laws of gravity. It was a sight that defied logic, an unsettling display of the paranormal. Shocked and terrified, Katy bolted out of the room, her scream reverberating through the house.
Lorraine,Ed and Emma's mom having heard the commotion,all raced up the stairs to find a frantic Katy in the hallway. Katy's words spilled out in a jumbled rush as she tried to explain the inexplicable.
Lorraine, she was on the wall, like—like a spider! I don't know what's happening," Katy exclaimed, her eyes wide with terror.
Lorraine, with a calm yet concerned demeanor, reached out to Katy as she spoke. Her soothing touch brushed through Katy's hair, an attempt to offer comfort in the midst of the paranormal chaos. With a gentle hand on Katy's head, Lorraine tried to calm her racing thoughts and emotions.
Lorraine furrowed her brow in deep thought. "We need to figure out what this entity is quickly, Emma is in grave danger".
Just as Lorraine finished speaking, a cold breeze swept through the hallway, extinguishing the nearby candles. The temperature dropped, and a voice echoed, not from any particular direction but seemingly from within the walls. "You cannot escape. The hunger demands sacrifice."
Ed, determined, spoke up, "I'll check downstairs. Lorraine, Katy, stick with Emma's mom, and check upstairs rooms.
The group huddled closer, fear tightening its grip on them. Emma's mom whispered."We have to find Emma".
Katy, still clinging to Lorraine for support, and Emma's mom, determined but visibly anxious, ascended the creaking stairs that seemed to groan in protest. The air grew colder as they reached the dimly lit upper floor, where the supernatural presence felt even more pronounced.
The hallway stretched before them, lined with closed doors that held untold secrets. Emma's mom spoke in a hushed tone, "Let's check each room. Emma might be hiding or—"
Before she could finish her sentence, a faint whisper echoed from one of the rooms. "Help me."
Startled, Katy's grip on Lorraine tightened even further. "Did you hear that? That was Emma!"
The two women exchanged a glance, a mixture of concern and determination in their eyes. They cautiously approached the door from which the voice emanated. The wood seemed to shiver under an unseen force, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
With a trembling hand, Emma's mom slowly turned the doorknob, revealing a room shrouded in darkness. The only source of light came from a flickering lamp in the corner, casting long, ominous shadows.
As they stepped inside, the room seemed to breathe with a life of its own. Objects shifted on their own, and the air was heavy with an otherworldly energy. In the corner, Emma sat on the floor, her eyes vacant and unresponsive.
"Emma?" Emma's mom called out, her voice filled with concern.
Katy, whispered, "Something's not right. She's not herself."
Emma slowly turned her head toward them, and a haunting smile spread across her face. "You're too late. The hunger must be satisfied."
Emma's haunting words echoed in the dimly lit room, an unsettling silence fell over the space. The air grew thicker, charged with an ominous energy. Suddenly, with bone-chilling sound, she dropped to the floor with a large thud.
Katy gasped, her grip on Lorraine tightening even more. "What just happened? Is she okay?"
Emma's mom rushed to Emma's side, kneeling beside her fallen daughter. "Emma, sweetheart, can you hear me?" she pleaded, her voice filled with a mix of fear and concern. She then turned to Lorraine,Katy, and Ed, "What do we do? How do we stop this?"
Emma remained motionless, her vacant eyes staring into the abyss. Lorraine Spoke up. "We'll stay together tonight and keep a close eye on Emma.Tomorrow, with Drew's expertise and the camera crew's documentation, we'll have some evidence to send to the church, and perform an exorcism".
Chapter 14
Notes:
This was by far one of my favorite chapters to write.
Chapter Text
California
April 7 1978
The night settled over the house like a heavy shroud, and Katy found herself preparing for bed alongside Lorraine. Lorraine, having changed into a comfortable nightgown was brushing her hair, she exuded an air of elegance that Katy couldn't help but admire. Her gaze lingered a moment too long, captivated by the grace Lorraine carried even in the simplest moments.
"You look really pretty," Katy blurted out, a spontaneous compliment that escaped before she could contain it. Lorraine turned in her direction and chuckled, a soft blush appearing on her cheeks. Lorraine's eyes sweeped Katy's form with a lingering glance.
"Thank you Katy, you look even more lovely," Lorraine replied. Katy's heart fluttered with a mixture of appreciation and a tinge of something deeper.
As they settled into their respective beds, the room was filled with the hushed whispers of the night. Katy couldn't escape the magnetic pull of her own thoughts. The fear that had gripped her earlier manifested in the vulnerability of the quiet moments before sleep.
"I'm scared," Katy admitted, her voice breaking the stillness.
Lorraine turned to face her, with a gentle smile said , "It's okay to be scared, Katy. Fear is a part of what makes us human. It doesn't diminish your strength or courage". Moved by an empathetic impulse, Lorraine left her own bed and approached Katy. In a tender gesture, she wrapped her rosary around Katy's right hand,a symbolic act of protection and solace. "This rosary has been a source of protection for me for a long time. It carries the strength of faith and the belief in something greater than ourselves".
As the cool beads settled against Katy's skin, she cast a thoughtful glance at the rosary. A conflicted expression lingered on her face, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken emotions that swirled within her.
Katy hesitated for a moment before summoning the courage to voice the unspoken question lingering in her mind. "Lorraine," she began, her voice a soft murmur, "have you ever found yourself willing to accept something that's... frowned upon in your faith? Something... unconventional?"
Lorraine searched Katy's face for the unspoken emotions beneath her words.
After a moment of thoughtful consideration, Lorraine replied "Faith is a spiritual journey unique to each individual. It should be a place for growth, love, and understanding and with that there is acceptance, even within the confines or doctrine of religion."
A subtle vulnerability flickered in Lorraine's eyes as she continued, "I believe everyone faces their own struggles, unconventional or not. It's the beauty of our shared humanity. For some, that struggle might be more personal". Katy could have sworn Lorraine's eyes flickered to her lips.
An unspoken tension lingered in the air, Katy found herself leaning ,drawn by an irresistible magnetic force.The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, and Katy's heart raced. Anymore distance and their lips would have brushed.
However, the weight of Lorraine's marital status pressed on Katy's conscience, acting as an invisible barrier. A sudden realization struck Katy, and she hesitated, pulling back with a mix of longing and regret in her eyes.
Lorraine enveloped Katy in a warm and reassuring hug. It was an intimate gesture that spoke volumes, offering solace and understanding in a moment fraught with both desire and restrain. "We should get to bed "
As Katy and Lorraine settled into their slumber. As, the room cloaked in the quiet of the night, Katy found herself clutching the rosary tightly against her heart. The rhythmic ticking of the clock seemed to echo through the room, and an unspoken tension hung in the air.
As the night wore on, an unsettling symphony of thudding and mysterious noises permeated the stillness, causing a disquieting unease to settle over the room. The shadows seemed to dance in tandem with the unsettling sounds, casting eerie shapes that played tricks on the imagination.
Chapter Text
April 8 1978
Drew and the camera crew arrived late in the evening, They engaged in conversation with Ed, discussing the logistics of setting up equipment and preparation. Drew's gaze, however, seemed to dart between Katy and Lorraine with a subtle knowingness.
When Lorraine was momentarily out of earshot, Drew couldn't resist shooting Katy a sly smile. "Ed told me to set a motion detector by quote 'Lorraine and Katy's room,' he remarked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Katy, caught off guard, quickly put her hands on her hips and retorted, "Shut up, Drew. Focus on the job", Drew bit out a laugh.
Ed, holding a small recording device, cleared his throat and pressed the record button. "Alright, today is April 8, 1978. My name is Ed Warren and We're here at the residence of Emma and her mother. Could you please state your name and tell us when all of this began?" Ed directed the question to Emma's mom, who took a deep breath before responding.
"My name is Janet Hart and this is my daughter Emma. It all started shortly after Emma's sleepover with her friend," she explained, her voice carrying the weight of concern.
While Emma's mom continued to share details with Ed, Katy decided to explore the attic, hoping to uncover something that could shed light on the mysterious events. As the conversation below unfolded, Katy ascended the creaky stairs, navigating through dusty boxes.
When Ed pressed for more details about the sleepover, Emma's demeanor shifted. Her eyes, once focused, became distant and glazed over. The room seemed to grow still, and a tense silence settled over them.
Despite Ed's inquiries, Emma remained unresponsive, as if lost in some unseen realm beyond their comprehension. The air hung heavy with an eerie anticipation, leaving everyone in the room on edge.
In one dusty corner on top of a box, Katy stumbled upon a book labeled "Stories of the Strange and Unusual." She carefully picked up the book, her fingers tracing the worn edges of its pages. The weight of the rosary still lingered in her hand. As she perused the contents of the book, a chilling discovery caught her eye. Tucked within the pages was a crumpled piece of paper, stained with what appeared to be dried blood. On it were scrawled the names "Emma" and another girl's name, forming a sinister connection. The implications of this discovery sent a shiver down Katy's spine,
Katy's voice echoed in the attic as she read aloud, "The Midnight Man." The words hung in the air, and at that precise moment, as if in response to the sinister invocation, the light in the attic flickered and extinguished, plunging the space into an unsettling darkness. The sudden blackness heightened the tension in the room, and a collective intake of breath echoed through the attic.
With the book clutched tightly in her hands and the unsettling darkness still lingering in her mind, Katy hurriedly descended from the attic. The stairs creaked beneath her, adding an eerie soundtrack to her hastened steps. As she reached the living room where Ed and the rest of the group were gathered.
The tension in the air was palpable, and Katy's voice broke through the quiet."Guys, I found something. Something that might explain what's happening," she announced, holding up the ominous book she had uncovered in the attic. The room's atmosphere shifted, and all eyes turned toward Katy
It was then that Emma's mom spoke up, her voice carrying a weight of its own. "I found that book not long ago," she admitted, her gaze shifting nervously. "It was under the table in the living room. I didn't think much of it, so I put it in the attic".
Katy unfolded the mysterious paper with a sense of trepidation, revealing the ominous names scrawled in blood. The room hushed as everyone's attention gravitated towards the unsettling discovery. The eerie silence was only interrupted by the distant sounds of the wind outside, carrying an ominous undertone.
As Katy held the paper, Emma's eyes widened in terror, her expression transforming into one of petrified recognition. The atmosphere thickened with an unspoken fear, casting shadows on the walls that seemed to dance with the weight of the revelation. The group exchanged anxious glances.
Katy's voice cut through the tense air as she explained, "It looks like Emma and her friend might have summoned something during a ritual game. The names written in blood, the Midnight Man... these are all elements of a dark and dangerous practice."
Drew interjected, his voice carrying a note of concern, "I've heard about that game before. It's a pagan ritual, often associated with summoning entities or spirits. Things could get really dangerous if not handled properly."
However Drew was interupted by Emma,"Get it away! Please, get it away!" she screams, collapsing to the ground. Her hands claw at the air, as if trying to fend off an unseen assailant. The room plunges into chaos, Her screams pierce the night, filling the room with a palpable sense of horror.
Emma's mother rushed to her side, her voice a desperate plea amidst the chaos. "Emma, sweetheart, you're okay. You need to calm down," she urged, her hands gently trying to soothe Emma's frantic movements. The room buzzed with tension as Emma's cries echoed, and the others exchanged worried glances, uncertain of how to ease the turmoil that had consumed the young girl.
As Emma's mother cradled her, attempting to console her distressed daughter, Ed maneuvered through the room. He reached for Katy, gently guiding her to a quieter corner, away from the unsettling scene.
"Katy, I need you to focus on gathering more information about this ritual," Ed instructed, his tone low but intense. "We need to understand what we're dealing with here. Go back to that book you found, and any other resources you can find. Look for details about the Midnight Man ritual, its origins, and any possible ways to counteract its effects."
Katy nodded."I'll do my best, Ed".
Ed placed a reassuring hand on Katy's shoulder. "Good. We need to be one step ahead of whatever we're up against. Knowledge is our best weapon in situations like these".
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April 9, 1978
Katy started early, having spent a restless night pondering over the ominous discoveries from the previous day. Her first stop was the local library, collecting any book with relevance to pagen rituals.
Arriving at the Hart's residence, Katy was greeted by the warm embrace of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The atmosphere, however, carried an underlying tension from the events that have unraveled. She found a quiet corner in the living room, the same space where the group had gathered the day before, and began her exploration of the origins of the Midnight Man.
Soft music played in the background, a subtle melody chosen to ease the tension in the air. The needle gently caressed the vinyl, producing a soothing ambiance that intertwined with the rustling of pages and Katy's furrowed brows as she delved into the arcane knowledge.
'The Midnight Man, it appeared, had its roots in medieval European practices that sought communion with the spiritual realm. The ritual was believed to have originated in pagan traditions, where communities engaged in ceremonies during specific celestial alignments, particularly on nights when the boundary between the living and the supernatural was said to be at its thinnest.
As Christianity spread, many pagan rituals were either suppressed or adapted. The Midnight Man ritual might have evolved during this time, incorporating elements of Christian iconography and demonology. This could explain the ritual’s shift towards a more ominous and foreboding nature'.
The books sprawled around her were a mix of scholarly works on pagan practices and handwritten journals, possibly from those who had encountered the ritual in various forms through the ages. The information was fragmented, cloaked in allegories and warnings, but Katy was determined to piece it together.
She discovered that the Midnight Man was not just a simple entity to be summoned and dismissed at will. The ritual, with its roots in complex spiritual beliefs, had evolved into a game of survival against a malevolent force. If the ritual was performed incorrectly or disrupted, the Midnight Man could manifest in unpredictable and potentially dangerous ways.
Katy's heart raced as she read about the consequences of a failed ritual. The Midnight Man, once invoked, could linger, attached to the place or the individuals involved. This could lead to a series of unexplained occurrences, heightened paranormal activity, and in some extreme cases, death.
The key to stopping the Midnight Man, she learned, lay in understanding the ritual's dual nature - as a bridge between worlds and as a binding contract. To break this contract, one would need to perform a cleansing ritual.
As Katy was engrossed in her research,she was interrupted by the gentle sound of footsteps approaching. Raising her eyes, she found Lorraine. The A-line skirt she wore, in a soothing chocolate shade, swayed with her graceful movement, her presence a comforting interruption in the midst of the paranormal.
Lorraine's smile, warm and inviting, momentarily lifted the weight of Katy's worries. There was something about Lorraine that always managed to calm her, a sense of familiarity and safety that Katy found herself increasingly drawn to.
"Thought you could use a break," Lorraine said, placing a cup of tea on the table beside Katy. The aroma of the freshly brewed Jasmine tea mingled with the musty scent of old books, creating a surprisingly homely atmosphere in the otherwise tense setting.
Katy's heart fluttered slightly as she thanked Lorraine, her cheeks warming up with the memory of their almost-kiss just two days prior. She caught herself just before biting her lip, suppressing the gesture. A mix of bashfulness and longing flickered in her eyes.
"How's it going?" Lorraine asked. She took a seat nearby, her posture relaxed yet attentive, an open invitation for Katy to share her thoughts.
She met Lorraine's gaze, finding solace in the genuine concern mirrored in those eyes. "It's... intense," Katy confessed, her fingers tracing the edge of the research notes. "The entity isn't just a fleeting threat. It can linger, and the consequences of a failed ritual are... severe."
"How severe are we talking about, Katy?",Lorraine asked.
"The consequences can range from disturbances and heightened paranormal activity to... death," she explained, her voice carrying the weight of the potential danger.Lorraine shifted in her seat, a troubled expression crossing her face as she processed Katy's words."I've been having trouble seeing this entity in my visions," Lorraine began, her voice tinged with concern. "Usually, I can get a sense of them, a glimpse, at least. But with this one, it's different. It's like it's shrouded in darkness, elusive and... powerful."
Katy, sensing the depth of Lorraine's unease, leaned in closer. "What do you see instead, then?" she asked gently.
Lorraine took a moment, collecting her thoughts before responding. "It's strange. When I try to focus on the entity, I don't see it. Instead, I keep seeing Emma," she explained, her brow furrowed in concentration. "But it's not just Emma as we know her. There's this... overwhelming sense of a dark, demonic energy surrounding her, almost like a shadow that's clinging to her soul."
Her voice was tinged with worry, not just for the situation at hand, but for Emma's well-being. "It's as if this entity is using Emma as a shield or a vessel, making it hard to separate the two in my visions. It's clever, using Emma's innocence as a cover while it strengthens its hold."
Their subdued hum of conversation was interrupted by the brisk entrance of Drew. His eyes held a mix of urgency and trepidation as he approached, calling for Lorraine and Katy to join him immediately.
"Lorraine, Katy, you need to see this," Drew exclaimed, gesturing towards the small screen displaying footage from the previous night. Ed was already in the room, his furrowed brows signaling the severity of what they were about to witness.
The room seemed to constrict as they gathered around the screen. The footage, though not running, froze on a haunting frame. Emma, her eyes vacant, was seen walking down the dimly lit hallway, a glint of silver in her hand. The atmosphere tensed as Emma approached her mother's room, the implications of the scene sending a collective shiver through the group.
Ed's voice was laced with concern as he explained, "This was recorded last night around 3:00 am". Katy's hand instinctively covered her mouth, a gasp escaping past her fingers., Lorraine discreetly moved closer, her presence a source of comfort amidst the disquieting revelation. With a subtle yet reassuring gesture, she gently squeezed Katy's arm.
Drew, with a somber expression, turned back to the screen, pausing before he spoke. "It gets worse," he said, his voice tinged with concern. He played the footage, and the group watched as Emma, still holding the knife, moved with an eerie, almost trance-like determination.
The footage showed Emma navigating through the darkened house, her movements both deliberate and unsettling. She passed several doors, each moment heightening the tension in the room. Then, to the growing dismay of everyone watching, Emma stopped. The place where she halted sent a wave of unease through Katy and Lorraine.
She was standing just outside the door to the room where Katy and Lorraine had been sleeping.
The image on the screen was chilling – Emma, standing motionless in the hallway, her presence outside their door like a silent sentinel. Katy felt a chill run down her spine, her mind racing with what-ifs and the potential dangers they had unknowingly slept through.
Lorraine's grip on Katy's arm tightened, a reflexive response to the unfolding realization. The fact that Emma had been so close, with such ominous intentions, brought a new level of urgency and fear to the situation.
Ed, his face reflecting both determination and concern, spoke up after witnessing the disturbing footage. "We need to send this to the church immediately. This is undeniable evidence of a malevolent force, and we can't afford to waste any time."
The recording served as a tangible manifestation of the supernatural activity that had gripped Emma and the house. It was a clear cry for help, a plea for intervention from higher spiritual authorities.
Ed continued, his tone firm, "I'll make sure to send this footage to the church along with all the information we've gathered. We need them to understand the severity of the situation. Once they see this, they should grant us permission to proceed with an exorcism.".
Katy, feeling a surge of emotions, excused herself and stepped outside onto the porch. The cool air brushed against her skin, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere inside the house. She sat down on the steps, taking deep breaths, trying to steady her racing heart and swirling thoughts.
The events of the past few days had been a relentless whirlwind of fear, discovery, and paranormal encounters. The weight of what they were dealing with, the danger Emma was in, and the looming prospect of an exorcism had finally caught up with her.
As she sat there, the quiet of the outside world was a balm to her frazzled nerves. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of the neighborhood offered a momentary escape from the high-stakes situation they were embroiled in.
Katy's mind wandered to Lorraine, the warmth of her smile, the comfort of her presence. It was a rare moment of personal reflection amidst the chaos.
Later, as the group huddled in the living room, Lorraine found a moment to talk privately with Ed. They moved to a corner of the room, away from the palpable tension that gripped the air.
Ed, his expression a mix of concern and sincerity, spoke first. "Lorraine, I need to talk to you about something. I can't shake off the worry, especially for you and Katy."
Ed hesitated before presenting his suggestion to Lorraine. "Do you think you and Katy should consider going to a hotel for the night? Just until we get a better handle on this situation?"
"No," Lorraine replied with a gentle firmness. "I don't think that's a good idea. We need to stay here, face this head-on. And I know Katy wouldn't want to leave either.
Ed hesitated, a trace of uncertainty crossing his face as he gazed at Lorraine. The air between them was heavy with unspoken words, the complexities of their relationship casting a shadow even in the midst of their current predicament.
"I know things have been... complicated between us and we're in the middle of seperating," Ed began, choosing his words with caution. "And I'm trying to understand...your preferences" He trailed off, on the brink of addressing a sensitive topic.
Before he could finish, Drew's voice cut through the tense atmosphere. "Ed, can you come here for a second? I need your opinion on something,"
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April 12, 1978
In the wake of the unsettling events of the past few days, there was a glimmer of solace as they awaited the Church's response to the evidence. Despite still being affected, Emma appeared to be holding up, showing a bit more engagement and willingness to communicate – a surprising change, especially after the haunting footage. Katy, taking it upon herself to bring a sense of normalcy, spent time reading to Emma.
Emma, who had been mostly silent, looked at Katy and whispered, "I used to read this with my mom," Emma said softly. "It's a nice romance story."
Katy smiled softly. "It's one of my favorites," she replied gently, warmth in her voice.
After a moment of silence, Emma looked up at Katy with an inquisitive expression. "Do you have a special person?" she asked, her voice tentative but curious.
Katy paused, a slight flush coloring her cheeks. She wasn't used to discussing her personal life, especially in the midst of such a crisis. But looking into Emma's expectant eyes, Katy could see flickers of the young girl's humanity shining through the layer of supernatural influence that had enveloped her. It was like watching the slow reemergence of a submerged treasure, delicate and precious.
"Well, I...," Katy started, hesitating for a moment. "I guess, sometimes, we meet people who make us see the world differently. People who... who make us feel more ourselves," she said thoughtfully, her mind drifting briefly to Lorraine.
Emma, intrigued by Katy's words, asked with soft curiosity, "What's it like to have someone like that?"
Katy took a moment, her gaze drifting to the window as if seeking inspiration in the outside world. "It's like having a constant in the chaos. Someone who sees you, truly sees you, and accepts you. It's comforting and exhilarating, all at once. Like you're part of something greater, something that goes beyond the troubles of the moment. And when you meet them, you feel as if all the scattered pieces of your soul suddenly align with them."
Emma's eyes met Katy's, and a soft smile began to bloom on her lips. "That sounds lovely," she whispered, as if savoring the idea in her mind.
Later in the day, in a rare moment of respite from the supernatural turmoil, Ed found Emma sitting on the porch in the afternoon sun, a soccer ball between her feet. He approached her, a comforting presence amidst the chaos. In his hands, he held a candy bar – her favorite, the one he had picked up from Murphy's.
"Hey, kiddo," Ed greeted, offering the sweet treat. Emma's eyes lit up, a brief glimmer of normalcy in her troubled expression. She accepted the candy bar, and a genuine smile tugged at the corners of her lips despite her tired eyes.
"Thanks, Ed," she said, her gratitude sincere.
As Emma unwrapped the candy bar, her smile a rare and precious sight, Katy observed from a short distance. She was dressed casually in a light tank top that hugged her form comfortably. Her shorts were a simple, dark denim, cut just above the knee – practical yet fitting for the warmth of the day.
"Wow, Katy, decided to show off the legs today, huh?" Drew whistled lightly, his tone one of friendly jest rather than anything inappropriate. He leaned against the doorframe, his demeanor relaxed.
"It's just shorts, Drew. Don't get too excited," she quipped, her tone light and teasing as she drank some water. Drew, still leaning casually against the doorframe, shifted his gaze to Lorraine, who was folding clothes for Emma's mom. There was a quiet, almost imperceptible shift in her demeanor as she glanced towards Katy. Lorraine's gaze, usually so focused and intense, softened momentarily as she observed Katy in her casual, summery outfit. As Lorraine continued folding clothes, her gaze inadvertently drifted towards Katy more than once. There was a brief moment where her eyes lingered on Katy's legs, revealed by the dark denim shorts. It was a subtle, almost unconscious glance.
"I'm going outside for a bit," Katy announced, opening the screen door. With a mischievous grin, she made a playful move towards Emma, eyeing the soccer ball at her feet. In a swift, lighthearted motion, she nudged the ball with her foot, stealing it away from Emma and taking a few steps back, the ball now at her own feet. "Gotcha!" Katy exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with playfulness. Emma rose to her feet, ready to reclaim her ball, her spirit momentarily lifted by the unexpected, joyful interaction. The sound of their laughter and playful shouts brought a semblance of normalcy, a brief escape from the haunting reality they were all facing.
As the day wore on, the atmosphere in the house shifted. The sun's golden rays slowly receded, giving way to the encroaching evening. Shadows stretched longer across the walls and floors, adding a layer of eeriness.
As Lorraine and Katy worked side by side, their hands immersed in the soapy water and remnants of dinner's dishes, the clinking of dishes provided a rhythmic backdrop to their conversation.
"You know," Katy began, a small smile playing on her lips, "despite everything that's happened, today felt like a step forward."
Lorraine's eyes met Katy's. "I agree," she said, her tone soft but resolute. "It's in these moments, amidst the chaos, that we find strength."
The gentle ambiance of their conversation was abruptly shattered by a chilling scream that echoed through the house. Katy's eyes widened in terror, and without a moment's hesitation, she and Lorraine exchanged a glance filled with dread.
Instinctively, they rushed towards the source of the scream, their footsteps echoing urgently on the staircase. As they ascended, the dread in the air thickened, and a sinking feeling settled in the pit of Katy's stomach.
As they neared the doorway to the room, an inexplicable force suddenly took hold. In an instant that felt both swift and surreal, the door slammed shut with an ominous thud, right before their eyes. The sound echoed through the hallway, a stark reminder of the unseen and malevolent presence that lurked within the house.
Startled, Katy reached out, her hand shaking slightly, to try the doorknob. Ed joined the two women and wasted no time. He took a step back, positioning himself for impact, and with a forceful kick, he aimed squarely at the door. The sound reverberated through the hallway, echoing the collective urgency of their predicament.
However, the door remained obstinate, as if fortified by an otherworldly resistance. The force that held it closed seemed to defy the laws of the physical world, leaving Ed's attempt to break it down futile. He tried again, putting his shoulder into it, but the door held firm.
With one final, determined effort, Ed threw his entire weight against the door. This time, it gave way with a jarring crash, revealing the grim scene within.
The room was in disarray, a stark contrast to the orderly state it had been in just hours before. The most alarming sight, however, was Emma's mother, lying on the floor, her side stained with blood, gasping for air in ragged, labored breaths. Each inhale seemed to be a struggle, her chest heaving as she fought to draw oxygen into her lungs. The fear and pain were evident in her eyes, which darted around the room in a mixture of confusion and terror.
Lorraine, with practiced calm, worked to stabilize her breathing, speaking in soothing tones while her hands moved with purpose. "You're going to be okay," she reassured.
The tension in the room escalated as Emma's mother, amidst her gasping breaths, suddenly let out a scream filled with terror and warning. "She's going to kill us all!" she cried out, her voice strained and filled with a palpable fear that sent a chill through everyone present.
As Emma's mother uttered those chilling words, a sudden darkness enveloped the room. All the lights in the house extinguished simultaneously, plunging them into an inky blackness that seemed to consume every corner. The abrupt loss of illumination intensified the already tense atmosphere, leaving them shrouded in an unsettling and complete darkness.
"We're all going to die," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "I've lost her, I've lost my Emma."
"Lorraine urgently turned to Ed, her eyes reflecting the urgency of the situation. 'Ed, we can't wait. We need to find Emma and perform an exorcism right now,' she insisted, her voice edged with a sense of desperation.
Ed nodded, determination etched on his face. "I'll get my Bible from my luggage".he affirmed, heading swiftly in the direction of his room.
Lorraine, her expression fraught with worry, turned to Katy. The concern in her eyes was evident."Katy, you need to take Emma's mom and get somewhere safe. Now," The intensity in her gaze was unmistakable, a storm of worry and urgency swirling in her blue eyes.her voice tinged with an urgency that was both commanding and protective, a side of Lorraine that Katy had never seen before.
Katy shook her head adamantly, her resolve unwavering despite the chaos unfolding around them. "I can't leave you and Ed".
Lorraine reached out, placing her hand gently on Katy's cheek, her expression a mix of urgency and tenderness. "Katy, please," she implored, her voice soft yet insistent.
Lorraine's voice trembled slightly as she continued, her fingers lightly brushing Katy's cheek. "For me, Katy," she whispered, her eyes locking onto Katy's with a depth of emotion that made her plea all the more compelling. "Please, do this for me."
Katy's voice wavered as she struggled with the decision. "I...". Lorraine reached out, her fingers gently encircling Katy's hand that clutched the rosary. The sound of heavy rain pattering against the windows and the occasional flash of lightning added a layer of foreboding.
Katy hesitated, the turmoil of the moment etched in her expression. The gravity of the situation, the storm outside, and Lorraine's imploring gaze converged into a crescendo of emotions within her. And in that charged, almost surreal atmosphere, Katy made a decision driven by a mix of fear, affection, and a haunting premonition of uncertainty.
She leaned in, closing the space between herself and Lorraine, and kissed her deeply. Their lips met softly at first in a gentle carass, a hesitant touch that spoke volumes of the uncertainty and fear they both felt. Despite the brevity of the kiss,the kiss deepened, growing in intensity and emotion. It was a fusion of desperation and tenderness.
Katy gently took hold of the injured woman, ensuring she was stable enough to move. With a firm grip, she started guiding her towards safety, aware of the urgency of the situation and the need for swift action.
Before leaving, Katy cast a final, lingering glance back at Lorraine. In that look, a myriad of unspoken words and emotions passed between them - fear, hope, and a silent promise of care.
Chapter Text
California
April 12, 1978
As Lorraine stood in the charged atmosphere of the room, the echoes of Katy's hurried departure still lingering, she was left in a state of bewilderment.The taste of the unexpected kiss lingered on her lips, leaving her momentarily stunned. Lorraine's fingers instinctively brushed her lips, a subconscious attempt to capture the fleeting warmth of the unexpected gesture. There was a softness in her eyes, a subtle warmth that betrayed a tumult of thoughts and feelings beneath the composed exterior.
Ed returned to the room, clutching an old, weathered Bible in his hands. His expression was one of determined resolve, mixed with a hint of apprehension. The tension in the air was palpable, the storm outside mirroring the chaos unfolding within the house.
"Got it," he announced, holding up the Bible. His gaze then shifted to Lorraine.
"Lorraine, are you okay?" Ed asked. Lorraine, caught in a moment of introspection, slowly withdrew her hand from her lips, her gaze meeting Ed's.
Yeah," she replied, her voice carrying a mix of contemplation and acknowledgment. "It's just been... unexpected." Her eyes flickered towards the door, where Katy had exited, leaving a subtle shift in the air."But we need to find Emma, quickly. it's escalating."
As Katy and Emma's mom made their way through the house towards the front door, an ominous sound pierced the air—a screech of knives, as if blades were being sharpened with an eerie intensity. The noise reverberated through the walls, sending shivers down their spines.
Emma's mom trembled in fear, her grip on Katy tightening. The unsettling sound seemed to echo the supernatural turmoil within the house, adding a layer of foreboding to their already tense situation. The darkness outside and the persistent rain intensified the feeling of being enveloped in an otherworldly realm, amplifying the urgency to reach safety.
The atmosphere in the house was thick with tension as Katy and Emma's mom hurried towards the front door. Suddenly, the hair-raising sound of the sharpening knives crescendoed into a terrifying climax. Without warning, a knife hurtled through the air, its blade glinting ominously in the dim light.
Katy's instincts kicked in instantly. She ducked swiftly, feeling the whoosh of air as the knife passed dangerously close over her head. It embedded itself with a thud into the wall beside them, quivering from the impact. The realization that they were not just fleeing an unseen terror, but actively dodging physical threats, hit Katy with chilling clarity.
Emma's mom let out a stifled cry, her body shaking uncontrollably. Katy, despite her own fear, knew she had to remain calm for both of their sakes. She glanced at the knife stuck in the wall, a stark reminder of the peril they were in. With a deep breath, she tightened her hold on Emma's mom's hand and pressed on, more determined than ever to get them both out of this house safely.
As Katy and Emma's mom approached the front door, their hopes of a quick escape were abruptly dashed. The door, which should have been an exit to safety, was inexplicably barricaded.
Heavy furniture and objects, as if moved by an unseen force, were piled against the door, creating an impenetrable barrier.
Katy's heart raced as she assessed the situation. The barricade was formidable; chairs, a small bookshelf, and various household items were stacked in a chaotic but effective manner, blocking any attempt to open the door. It was clear that whatever malevolent presence they were dealing with didn't want them to leave.
The realization that they were trapped inside the house hit them with full force. The sound of the rain outside seemed to mock their predicament, a relentless reminder of the turbulent night.
Katy knew they had to find another way out. She quickly scanned the room for alternative exits, her mind racing. Time was of the essence, and every second in the house increased the danger they were in. With a steadying breath, she guided Emma's mom away from the front door, determined to find another escape route, perhaps a back door or a window large enough to climb through.
Katy, her mind racing with urgency, turned to Emma's mom, who was visibly shaken. "Is there another exit? A back door or a window we can use?" she asked, her voice steady despite the chaos around them.
Emma's mom, trying to regain some composure amidst her fear, nodded shakily. "The kitchen... there's a back door," she managed to say, her voice quivering.
Katy gave her a reassuring nod, attempting to convey a confidence she was struggling to feel herself. "Okay, let's head to the kitchen," she instructed, gently but firmly.
An unsettling crackling laugh echoed through the air, cutting through their hurried whispers. The laughter seemed to come from all directions, distorting the already eerie atmosphere.
Reaching the kitchen, Katy quickly scanned for the most viable exit. The kitchen door, leading to the side of the house, appeared to be their best option. She ushered Janet towards it, her mind racing with plans to get to Sal's house.
As they stepped outside, the rain lashed around them, adding a physical manifestation to the turmoil they felt inside. They hurried along the path, the storm's intensity mirroring the urgency of their escape.
Suddenly, Emma's mom, Janet stopped dead in her tracks, her scream piercing the night. Katy's heart lurched as she followed Janet's gaze upwards. There, silhouetted against the dark, stormy sky, was Emma. The young girl stood on the roof, her figure eerie and almost otherworldly in the flashing lightning. In her raised hand gleamed a knife, catching the sporadic light, lending a sinister glow to the scene.Her eyes were closed, and her head was tilted back as if she were offering herself to the tumultuous sky above.
The rain poured relentlessly as Katy hurriedly led Emma's mom to Sal's house. She knocked urgently, anxiety etched across her face. Sal opened the door, concern evident in his eyes as he took in the distraught pair standing before him.
"Sal, you need to call the police. She's in critical condition." Katy pleaded, her voice strained with urgency. Sal, sensing the gravity of the situation, rushed towards his telephone.
Katy was already turning to leave. Emma's mom, still trembling and clutching onto the safety of Sal's doorway, called out to her, “Katy, where are you going?”
Katy paused, her back to them, the weight of her decision heavy on her shoulders. She turned slightly, her expression resolute yet tormented by the promise she had made to Lorraine. “I’m going back to help Emma,” she said, her voice firm but laced with an undercurrent of conflict. “I know I promised Lorraine I’d stay safe, but I can’t leave Emma like this. She needs help.” Her decision was made. With a deep, steadying breath, she turned and dashed back into the night, determined to do whatever she could to aid in Emma’s rescue, even if it meant breaking her promise and putting herself in danger.
Chapter 19
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
California
April 12, 1978
In the chaotic upheaval within the house, Ed and Lorraine moved with urgency."Emma!" Ed's voice boomed through the tumultuous atmosphere, but it was swallowed by the violent sounds of the storm and the unbridled paranormal activity. Furniture began to move on its own, creating a maze of obstacles as if the very house itself was resisting their efforts.
As Lorraine cautiously descended the stairs, the already intense atmosphere in the house seemed to thicken.Suddenly, without warning, an unseen force struck her with astonishing power. It was as if the malevolent energy that had been building within the walls had converged into a single, devastating blow. Lorraine was hurled backward with a force that seemed beyond the natural realm, her body thrown as if she weighed nothing.She landed heavily, the impact sending a shockwave of pain through her body. She let out a small gasp.For a moment, she lay dazed, trying to process what had just happened.
Gathering her wits and strength, Lorraine pushed herself up, fighting against the pain and the oppressive energy that sought to keep her down.
Meanwhile Katy, determined and resolute, made her way back to the house, her mind set on helping Emma despite the risks and her promise to Lorraine. The scene before her was surreal - Emma still perched precariously on the roof, her silhouette ominous against the backdrop of the stormy sky.
Realizing she needed to act quickly, Katy scanned her surroundings for a solution. Her eyes landed on the shed, and without hesitation, she hurried towards it. The shed door creaked ominously as she opened it, the sound almost drowned out by the howling wind and rain.
Inside, she found what she was looking for – a ladder. It was heavy and awkward to handle, especially in the midst of a storm, but Katy's adrenaline-fueled determination made her almost oblivious to its weight. She dragged the ladder out of the shed, struggling against the wind that seemed to push back against her every step.
Once she had the ladder positioned securely against the house, Katy took a deep breath. She knew climbing up in these conditions was dangerous, but the sight of Emma in such a perilous state left her with no choice.
Katy began her precarious ascent up the ladder, the storm raging around her, she called out to Emma, her voice rising above the howling wind.
"Emma!" she shouted, her voice laced with concern and urgency.
Each step up the ladder felt treacherous, the rain slicking the metal and threatening her grip. But Katy's focus remained unwavering, her eyes fixed on Emma.
As Katy reached the roof, a chilling sight awaited her. Emma, in the throes of whatever malevolent force had taken hold, now held the knife to her own neck. The blade glinted in the intermittent lightning, and Katy's heart skipped a beat.
"No!" Katy cried out, her voice laced with desperation. Frantic thoughts raced through her mind as she assessed the dire situation. The rain-soaked roof beneath her feet added to the sense of urgency, and Katy's instincts kicked into high gear.
Emma, seemingly oblivious to Katy's presence, continued to hold the knife against her neck. The blade gleamed menacingly, and Katy's heart raced with a mix of fear and determination.
With each cautious step, Katy reached out, her hand trembling as she attempted to grab the knife.
Katy extended her hand toward Emma, trying desperately to reach the knife.
With a swift, violent motion, Emma pushed Katy, causing her to stumble perilously close to the edge of the roof. The intensity of the storm seemed to amplify at that moment, as if feeding off the turmoil unfolding on the rooftop.
Katy's feet skidded on the wet shingles, her arms flailing as she fought for balance. She teetered on the brink, her heart pounding in her chest. The drop below her was a blur of darkness and rain, a stark reminder of the danger she was in.
In that moment,Lorraine and Ed emerged from the house, alarmed by the commotion. Lorraine's eyes instantly found Katy on the roof, her heart leaping into her throat at the sight. She watched in horror as Katy stumbled, teetering dangerously close to the edge.
"Katy, no!" Lorraine's voice cut through the howling wind, a desperate cry filled with fear and helplessness. Her face was etched with panic, realizing the grave danger Katy was in.
Driven by instinct and a surge of panic, Lorraine hurriedly moved towards the ladder, intent on climbing to the roof. Her hands gripped the railing, and she ascended with a mixture of urgency and fear, As she climbed, whimpers of distress escaped her lips,punctuating the sounds of the storm and the ongoing struggle on the rooftop.
"Wait, Lorraine!" Ed called after her, his voice carried away by the fierce wind.
On the rain-soaked rooftop, the struggle between Katy and the Emma reached a fever pitch.Their bodies wrestled against the elements, the violent wind and torrential rain echoing the tumultuous battle. Amidst the chaotic struggle, a haunting, manic laughter erupted from Emma's lips, a distorted and otherworldly sound that seemed to echo the malevolent forces at play.The razor-sharp edge of the knife was dangerously close, facing towards Katy as they fought for control. Katy's fingers were slipping.
Emma's voice, distorted and eerie, cut through the chaotic symphony of rain and wind. "I want your soul," she whispered, the words sending a shiver down Katy's spine.Emma eyes bore into Katy with an unsettling intensity, the darkness within seemingly fueled by a malevolent force that transcended the stormy night.
The knife pressed dangerously further into Katy's kneck.However Lorraine ascended to the rooftop, her eyes locking onto the harrowing scene unfolding between Katy and Emma.
"Get away from her, demon!" Lorraine's voice cut through the storm, a fierce command that carried both authority and a deep-seated determination. Her eyes, usually gentle, now burned with a fiery intensity. She grabbed Emma, who was atop Katy. Katy's grip on the slick, rain-soaked rooftop was slipping. The intense struggle with Emma had left her precariously balanced at the edge. Her fingers clawed at the wet shingles, seeking something, anything, to grab onto. But the relentless rain had turned the roof into an almost frictionless surface. In this heart-stopping moment, every second felt like an eternity.
With immense effort, Lorraine hauled Katy back to safety, away from the treacherous edge. Lorraine enveloped Katy in a tight embrace, her relief palpable. Her voice trembled with a mix of fear and relief as she admonished her, "I told you to get somewhere safe."
Katy, still catching her breath from the harrowing experience, looked into Lorraine's eyes, her own reflecting the turmoil of the night. "I couldn't just leave not after seeing her on the rooftop," she said, her voice a mix of resolve and lingering fear. "She was going to kill herself. I had to do something."
On the rain-slicked roof, Ed made his way to the others, his expression set with determination under the relentless downpour. "We need to hold her down," he instructed urgently as he approached Katy, Lorraine, and the still-possessed Emma.
Lorraine and Katy, understanding the gravity of the situation, moved swiftly to hold Emma down, each grasping an arm and her leg to prevent her from harming herself or others.
As they secured Emma, Ed opened his weathered Bible, his voice rising above the howl of the wind and the drumming rain. He began the rite of exorcism, his words clear and authoritative, resonating with the power of his faith.
"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, I command you, unclean spirit, to leave this child of God," Ed began, his voice unwavering despite the chaos around them. "I cast you out, every unclean spirit, every satanic power, every incursion of the infernal adversary, every legion.."
Emma's body convulsed violently, screaming. She was a puppet in the throes of unseen forces. As Ed continued,In the midst of the chaotic struggle, Lorraine's senses were overwhelmed, and she felt a sudden connection to the otherworldly realm. Her eyes widened, and she gasped as a vision unfolded before her. In the ethereal landscape of her mind, she saw the ominous book, the one that Katy found 'Stories of the Strange and Unusual.', the source of the malevolence that gripped Emma and the house. In her vision the book was stained in blood. Lorraine's eyes widened as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. The book wasn't just a compilation of stories; it was a conduit for dark energies when the rituals are performed, a catalyst for the paranormal disturbances plaguing them.
With a jolt, Lorraine snapped back to reality, the vision leaving her.She turned to Ed and Katy, her voice resolute. " We need to destroy the book Katy found".
Ed, understanding the urgency in Lorraine's voice, quickly addressed Katy. "Katy, where is the book?"
Katy's eyes widened with recognition at Ed's question. "It's on my desk, in the room," she replied swiftly.
She turned to Lorraine and Ed, her expression resolute. "I'll go get it," she declared, ready to dash off despite the perilous situation they were in.
As Katy turned to head back to the house, Lorraine reached out and gently caught her arm, her touch a mixture of concern and care. Their eyes met, and Lorraine spoke with a sincerity that cut through the chaos around them, "Please, be careful, Katy."
Notes:
I love writing protective Lorraine(:
Chapter 20
Notes:
This isn't the last chapter, but it is coming to an end ):
Chapter Text
April 12, 1978
Katy rushed back into the house, her senses heightened. She moved cautiously, her footsteps muffled against the backdrop of rain drumming on the roof. The house seemed to hold its breath. An unsettling resistance seemed to permeate the air. The darkness, now more oppressive than ever, clung to her like an unseen force. Every step felt heavier, as if the very atmosphere conspired against her quest.
The creaking of the floorboards beneath her feet echoed like ominous whispers, and the shadows seemed to dance, playing tricks on her perception. A subtle but undeniable tension filled the air, heightening the difficulty of her journey through the labyrinthine corridors. The air was thick with tension as she fumbled through the darkness, her hands finally grasping the cold, leather-bound cover. The room seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy as she took a deep breath, steadying herself for what needed to be done.
With a determined resolve, Katy reached for a nearby knife and, in a swift motion, plunged it into the heart of the malevolent book. The blade sliced through the pages, releasing an eerie, almost palpable energy that seemed to echo through the room.
The whispers turned into screams, a chorus of anguish and rage that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house.
Then, as suddenly as it began, the tumult ceased. The book lay motionless, its pages now still and silent. A heavy quietness descended upon the room, the oppressive atmosphere lifting like a fog at dawn. The darkness seemed to recede, its grip loosening as a sense of normalcy began to return.
Katy, panting heavily from the exertion, felt a wave of relief wash over her.
The storm seemed to respond to the act of destruction, and the chaotic symphony of rain and wind shifted. Emma, who had been screaming and thrashing, suddenly stilled.
Lorraine and Ed, who were struggling to hold her down, exchanged a bewildered glance. The once frenzied Emma now lay there, her eyes no longer filled with the malevolent force that had possessed her. The air on the rooftop became heavy with an eerie calmness, a stark contrast to the tempest that still raged outside.
Lorraine, her eyes fixed on Emma, whispered with a mixture of awe and realization, "Katy did it. She destroyed it".
As Katy emerged from the house, clutching the remnants of the destroyed book, the chaotic scene outside brought her to a halt.
lashing lights from police cars and an ambulance bathed the area in a surreal glow, cutting through the darkness of the stormy night.
She saw paramedics and police officers tending to Emma and her mother. Emma, now free from the possession, looked dazed and fragile as she was gently guided onto a stretcher. Her mother, overcome with relief and exhaustion, was being comforted by a paramedic.
The police officers were speaking with neighbors who had gathered, drawn by the commotion. Amidst the chaos, Katy noticed Lorraine and Ed, standing close to each other, observing the scene with a mix of relief and concern.
The sight of Emma being cared for, her safety now assured, brought a wave of relief over Katy. Despite the turmoil, the sense of danger that had permeated these passed few days was finally dissipating. The storm, which had mirrored the night's events, began to ease, the rain softening as if in response to the resolution of the crisis.
As Lorraine's eyes scanned the chaotic scene, they landed on Katy, who stood with the remnants of the destroyed book in her hands. A surge of emotion welled up within Lorraine, a complex mixture of relief, and something deeper more tender.
Unable to contain the overwhelming emotions, Lorraine rushed towards Katy. The remnants of the storm seemed to fade into the background as she closed the distance. Without hesitation, she enveloped Katy in a tight embrace,
A soft whimper of relief escaped Lorraine's lips as she held Katy close.The sight of Katy safe and in her arms brought a profound sense of comfort. "Oh, Katy," Lorraine whispered gently running her hands through Katy's hair, the words carrying a weight of unspoken gratitude.
Katy, still grappling with the intensity of the evening, felt a single tear escape her eye, tracing a path down her cheek. It was a silent testament to the fear, the adrenaline, and the relief that swirled within her.It was the essence of catharsis-physical manifestation of an internal release.
With delicate movements, Lorraine reached up, her fingertips grazing Katy's damp cheeks, wiping away the traces of tears. Her touch was comforting, a soothing balm to the chaos that they have been dealing with.
This moment with Lorraine, amidst the aftermath of chaos, brought a profound clarity to Katy. The realization that her feelings for another woman – for Lorraine – were not just valid but inherently beautiful, washed over her like a cleansing rain. It was a revelation that quelled the inner turmoil she had long wrestled with, a soothing salve to the part of her soul that had been in conflict.
It wasn't just about the warmth of her embrace or the gentle way she wiped away tears. It was Lorraine's resilience, her unwavering strength in the face of unspeakable horrors, and her deep well of compassion.
Lorraine embodied a rare kind of courage, one that didn't roar but whispered quietly through her actions, through every risk she took to save others, through every empathetic glance and understanding nod.
Katy admired how Lorraine navigated a world of darkness with an unbreakable spirit, how she could look into the abyss and still find hope. It was this blend of bravery, empathy, and unwavering commitment to fighting for those who couldn't fight for themselves and she loved her for it. She loved her deeply.
Lorraine However, belonged to another world, a world intertwined with Ed. This realization was like a cold splash of water, sobering yet heartrending.
She knew she'd have to explain the kiss,She would have to reveal the depths of her feelings for Lorraine. It was a daunting prospect, laden with vulnerability and the risk of irrevocably altering the dynamics of their relationship.
The possibility that Lorraine might choose to distance herself from Katy loomed over her like a shadow.She recognized that this future confession, this baring of her soul, could mean stepping into uncharted territory. The fear of rejection, of losing the connection she so cherished, was palpable.Yet, the need to be honest, to give voice to her heart's truth, was overwhelming. Katy realized that regardless of Lorraine's response, this was a step she needed to take for her own peace of mind. It was about honoring her feelings, about being true to herself, even in the face of potential heartbreak.
In that moment, with the world slowly returning to normalcy around them, Katy's resolve strengthened.Katy understood that whatever the outcome of her confession, she would learn to accept it. She would navigate the aftermath with the same courage that had seen her through the night's terrors. But for now, she allowed herself to bask in the comfort of Lorraine's embrace, treasuring the connection that, for a brief moment, seemed to transcend all else.
Chapter 21
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
April 16, 1978
few days slipped by like a blur after the Warrens left California. For Katy, they were days filled with a sense of surreal detachment, as if she was watching her life unfold from a distance. She hadn't spoken to Lorraine since that night, the night that had both revealed and transformed so much.
Engrossed in her dissertation, Katy found a kind of refuge in the academic rigor and the structured world of research. The familiarity of her work provided a necessary, if temporary, escape from the tumult of emotions that lingered in the wake of the Warrens' visit. Her mind, usually so attuned to the nuances of her subject matter, now often wandered, replaying the events and the unresolved feelings that surfaced during those harrowing days.
Yet, she pressed on, immersing herself in her work, using it as both a shield and a salve for the bittersweet ache that lingered in her heart.
Ashley, ever the teasing friend, dropped by Katy's place, bringing her usual playful energy. "Still buried in those ancient texts, huh?" she joked, nudging Katy playfully.
Katy, surrounded by a fortress of books and papers, offered a small, distracted smile. It was a typical scene – Ashley trying to coax her out of her academic shell. But today, there was a different air around Katy, something that piqued Ashley's curiosity.
"You're unusually quiet, even for you. What's up?" Ashley prodded gently, sensing that there was more on Katy's mind than just her dissertation.
Katy hesitated for a moment, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. Finally, she took a deep breath and confessed, "I kissed Lorraine."
Ashley's eyes widened in shock and excitement. "Wait, what? like... Lorraine Warren?"
"How many Lorraine's do you know?", Katy said twirling her hair.
"Alright,alright", Ashley chuckled, a mixture of amusement and understanding in her eyes, "Did she kiss you back?"
Katy nodded, her gaze fixed on Ashley. "Yeah, she did."
Ashley's eyes widened in surprise. "Whoa, I mean, isn't she married?"
"Yeah, I know," Katy replied, her voice tinged with a mix of regret and wistfulness. She stopped twirling her hair and looked down at her hands. "It's complicated. It just happened in the heat of the moment...I thought we were going to die but now I'm not sure where we stand or what I should do next."
Ashley sat down beside her, her initial shock giving way to empathy. "Wow, Katy, that's huge. I mean, it's Lorraine Warren! You've always admired her so much. But this... this is unexpected."
Katy nodded, feeling a weight lift slightly as she shared her burden. "I've always had this deep respect and... affection for her. But I never intended for it to go this far. It's just that, in that moment, it felt right. And now I'm scared I've ruined everything."
Ashley reached out, giving Katy's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Hey, you're one of the bravest people I know. It takes guts to follow your heart, especially in a situation like this. But you're right, it's a delicate situation with her being married and all. Have you talked to her since then?"
Katy shook her head. "No, I haven't. Not after we left California, and I've been too wrapped up in my dissertation and... and honestly, I don't even know where to start."
Ashley leaned back, crossing her arms. "Well, you can't just avoid it forever. You should talk to her, figure out what's going on. Maybe it was a moment of confusion, or maybe there's something deeper. You won't know until you ask."
After Ashley left, Katy spent the rest of the day immersed in her work, attempting to find solace in the familiarity of her academic pursuits. As the evening descended, she decided to take a break and prepare dinner, opting for the comforting routine of boiling water for tea.
The soft chime of the doorbell disrupted the quiet of her apartment. Surprised, Katy set the teapot down and approached the door cautiously. Opening it, she was met with the unexpected sight of Lorraine standing in the doorway. The atmosphere between them seemed charged with unspoken tension.
Katy's eyes widened in surprise, and she stammered out a greeting, "Lorraine, hi. What... what brings you here?".Katy couldn't help but notice how Lorraine looked. She was wearing a skirt that fell just above her knees, coupled with a simple, elegant blouse. The outfit was a gentle reminder of Lorraine's understated grace and style. It was both casual and refined, much like Lorraine herself.
"Hi, Katy," Lorraine greeted, her voice carrying a soft warmth and she had a small smile. "I hope it's not a bad time."
Katy, still slightly taken aback, managed a smile. "No, not at all. Please, come in." She stepped aside, allowing Lorraine to enter. As Lorraine stepped past Katy into the apartment, there was a subtle yet distinct fragrance that accompanied her. It was a delicate scent, a blend of floral and understated musk, The aroma was gentle, yet it lingered in the air, an invisible yet intimate trace of Lorraine's presence. Katy, sensitive to these nuances, found herself momentarily caught up in her scent and the presence of Lorraine in her personal space, an environment so distinctly her own, added a new layer of intimacy to their already complex relationship.
With the tea prepared, Katy glanced over at Lorraine, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. The warm, aromatic steam rose from the teapot, filling the room with a comforting scent. "Would you like to sit outside in the backyard and enjoy the tea?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of hopeful anticipation.
The backyard, with its serene ambiance, seemed like the perfect place for such a conversation. It was a space away from the confines of the house, a place where the openness might lend itself to an openness of heart and mind. The idea of sitting under the sky, surrounded by the subtle sounds of nature, seemed to offer a gentle reprieve from the intensity of their situation.
As they settled into the tranquility of Katy's backyard, the evening air cool and fresh, Lorraine took a deep, steadying breath. The soft clinking of their teacups against the saucers punctuated the silence, a comfortable, familiar sound that seemed to bridge the gap between them.
Lorraine, with a gentle but resolute demeanor, turned her gaze to Katy, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the setting sun. "Katy," she began, her voice calm yet carrying an undercurrent of emotion, "I've been thinking a lot about that night... about what happened between us."
Katy felt her heart skip a beat, her hands tightening slightly around her teacup. She had been replaying that night over and over in her mind, each time with a different ending, each time with a different confession.
Katy took a deep breath, mustering the courage to address the unspoken tension between them. "Lorraine, I... I need to apologize. I shouldn't have let that happen, especially considering your marriage and everything."
Lorraine met Katy's gaze with a mix of understanding and empathy. "Katy, I appreciate your honesty. But there's something I need to tell you." She paused, her expression thoughtful, before continuing, "Ed and I have been in the process of separating for months now. It's not something we've made public yet, and we've maintained a certain image for appearances. It's been a difficult journey, and we've both tried to handle it with as much grace as possible."
Katy, her fingers nervously playing with the rim of her teacup, struggled to find the right words. The revelation that Lorraine was no longer married resonated deeply within her, stirring a whirlwind of emotions. It was as if a door she thought was forever closed suddenly creaked open, offering a glimpse of possibilities she had never dared to hope for.
She looked up at Lorraine, searching her face for clues, for confirmation that what she was feeling was real and not just a fleeting dream.
"Really?" Katy's voice was barely above a whisper, her words trembling with the weight of her feelings. "You and Ed...?"Lorraine's nod, gentle but firm, was all the confirmation Katy needed to confess to Lorraine.
"That night, " Katy began, her voice steady but laced with vulnerability. " When everything was falling apart and we thought we might not make it... something shifted inside me. I've admired you for so long, I care about you, deeply. It's something I've been wrestling with, trying to understand."
Lorraine looked at Katy with a gentle kindness in her eyes, her expression reflecting the deep empathy she was known for. "Katy," she said softly, "I have always admired your courage and the sincerity in your heart. You've faced so much, and through it all, your strength and your goodness have always shone through." She took a moment, choosing her words with care, as she was known to do. "That night was intense and full of emotions that could easily overwhelm anyone, I'm grateful for the honesty it brought out in us. It's rare to find someone who can stand in the face of chaos with such integrity and bravery."
Lorraine paused, her gaze steady and reassuring. "Life has taught me that the heart is a complex thing, and it doesn't always follow the paths we expect. I believe that understanding and exploring our feelings is important, even if it leads us into uncharted territories."
Lorraine, reached up, her hand lightly caressing Katy's cheek. There was a warmth in her touch, a kind of understanding and empathy that had always defined her interactions. Looking into Katy's eyes with a sincerity that was characteristic of her, Lorraine spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
For what it's worth, Katy," she began, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions, "I want you to know that I feel deeply for you. The feelings... they're there, on my side too. It's something I never expected, but it's real. You've brought something special into my life, something that I didn't expect, but am grateful for."
Before Katy could form words, Lorraine leaned in, closing the small distance between them. Her lips met Katy's in a kiss that was both a revelation and a homecoming, a merging of souls that had long danced around the edges of a profound connection. It was a deep-seated kiss, filled with pent-up longing and tender recognition of feelings that had been silently growing, nurtured by shared experiences and unspoken understandings.
"I Love you, Lorraine", Katy murmured against Lorraine's lips.
The kiss unfolded like a delicate bloom, both gentle and insistent. It was not rushed, but rather savored, as if each moment held its own universe of emotion and discovery. Lorraine's lips moved against Katy's with grace and certainty, conveying not just passion but a deep-seated affirmation of their bond.
Katy responded instinctively, her own emotions surging to the surface. The kiss deepened, growing more intense yet never losing its inherent tenderness. It was as if in that kiss, they were acknowledging the complexities of their journey, the struggles they had faced, and the unexpected joy of finding something profound in each other.
They slowly pulled apart, their eyes opened to meet once more, sharing a look that was laden with emotion and a newfound clarity. The lingering taste of the kiss was a sweet echo of a moment that would be etched in their memories. Lorraine wrapped her arms around Katy in a tender embrace, pulling her close.
In the sanctuary of that embrace, Lorraine's voice was a soft whisper, yet it carried the weight and certainty of her feelings. "And I love you, Katy," she confessed, her words barely audible yet resonating with a truth that had perhaps been there for longer than she had dared to acknowledge.
Notes:
I rewrote this chapter a few times not sure exactly how I wanted the confession to be. I hope you guys like it (:
The next chapter is going to be a bit explicit, so if that's not your thing you can skip it. There will be one chapter after the next one.
Chapter 22
Notes:
Reminder: this chapter is explicit. If this is not something you are comfortable with either skip the chapter or skim past it.
other than that Enjoy :D
Chapter Text
Connecticut
April 16, 1978
As the evening transitioned into night, the soft glow of the setting sun gave way to the embrace of twilight. Katy and Lorraine were lost in a flow of conversations, each topic seamlessly weaving into the next. Laughter and earnest words filled the space between them. However, Lorraine gently rose from where she sat, a silent signal that the moment between them was shifting. Katy, sensing the change, started to prepare herself for the inevitable farewell. There was a tender exchange of glances, the unspoken acknowledgment that this evening had been a journey of shared emotions and discoveries.
Lorraine, with a soft smile that held a mixture of gratitude and reluctance, spoke gently, "Katy, it's getting late, and I should probably be heading back".
Katy, understanding yet touched by a sense of melancholy, nodded. Her smile was a reflection of Lorraine’s, filled with warmth and appreciation. “Of course, Lorraine. I had a great time.” Katy rose to her feet, ready to walk Lorraine to the door.“Me too, Katy. This evening was more than I could have hoped for,” Lorraine whispered, her voice carrying the weight of their newfound connection.
There was a bittersweet air, a delicate mixture of gratitude and the anticipation of parting. However, just as they neared the doorway, a magnetic pull seemed to linger between them, a force stronger than the pull of the impending farewell.
In a moment that felt almost instinctual, Lorraine turned to face Katy. Their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, the air seemed to crackle with unspoken desires. The space between them dissolved as Lorraine closed the remaining distance. Before Katy could fully comprehend what was happening, Lorraine's lips met hers once again.This unexpected kiss carried a sense of urgency, as if time itself was bending to allow this passionate exchange. The doorframe became an unintentional support, as their bodies pressed against the wall. lorraine's hands drifted from Katy's face to her hips.The closeness of their bodies, the warmth of Lorraine’s hands on her hips, left Katy with a feeling of exhileration and comfort.
Katy shifted her position, wrapping her legs around Lorraine,hoping to bring herself much closer, her skirt rising dangerously high. It was an intimate invitation, a silent plea for Lorraine to draw nearer, to lessen the space that still lingered between them. The physical closeness ignited a spark in Lorraine, and as Katy's legs encircled her, Lorraine deepened the kiss, and was breathing heavily. Lorraine's hand, almost with a mind of its own, found its way to Katy's legs, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin.The touch was gentle, yet full of intent, feeling the contours of Katy's legs with a tender, exploratory grace. Her hands, guided by an unspoken yearning, gradually ascended, tracing a soft path against her skin, towards Katy's core.
"Lorraine", Katy gasped softly against Lorraine's hair. Lorraine's soft lips found their way to the curve of Katy's neck, each kiss a delicate whisper against her skin, like a brushstroke against the canvas of Katy's senses. The kisses became more passionate and her hot breath against Katy's skin caused a warmth to spread through her, particuarly between her legs.
"Have you been with a woman before", Lorraine whispered in her ear. "No", she confessed, her breathe a little ragged. "I've been with men...I've never been with a woman".
"Well, Katy," Lorraine whispered, " We can change that". She can hear the smirk in her voice,The woman who had always been a paragon of empathy and strength stirred a passionate fire within Katy. It was a revelation that ignited a spark of intimacy she had never fully acknowledged until this very moment. To see Lorraine Warren being undeniably sexy turned her on extraordinarily.
Lorraine's hand moved against the fabric of Katy's blouse, carassing her stomach. Her hands then brushed against the lace of her bra. The warmth emanating from her touch seemed to grow tenfold. Lorraine dipped her hands inside the material feeling the softness of her breast in contrast to her hard nipples. Lorraine rolled them between her fingers. Katy's head hit against the door,arching her back, pressing herself against Lorraine. Her moan lost in the depths of Lorraine's mouth.
In this charged silence, Lorraine leaned in closer, her breath warm against Katy's ear. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice a bit strained. "Let yourself feel." Katy wanted more...she needed more.
"Lorraine...let's go to my room," Katy whispered, her voice barely above a breath, yet laden with an emotion that seemed to fill the room.
Remaining in the embrace of Lorraine's arms, Katy guided them both toward the bedroom. The sensation of their lips locked in a passionate dance lingered. As they entered the dimly lit room, the world outside seemed to fade away. Lorraine pushed Katy on top of her bed, their kisses grew deeper and more intense as their bodies moved together. The desire between them was palpable, and it wasn't long before Lorraine broke free from Katy's grasp and began to unbutton her blouse and remove her skirt with urgency, revealing a classic, white bra and matching panties, a subtle hint of elegance. Her breasts were rising and falling against the soft fabric. Lorraine smiled down at Katy.
That smile emboldened her, where she pulled Lorraine down on the soft bed- shifting positions. She straddled her thighs, and leaned down to kiss her. Lorraine moaned into the kiss, and her hands slid up Katie's back, cupping the back of her neck as she pulled their mouths together harder. Katie broke the kiss for a moment to move down Lorraine's body, planting soft wet hot kisses on her neck and shoulders before she reached Lorraine's breasts.
She gently kissed each one through the bra, feeling Lorraine shiver beneath her touch. She undid the clasp and let the bra fall away, revealing Lorraine's perfect breasts, with pink nipples that hardened immediately under Katie's attention.She took one in her mouth, sucking it gently, then harder as Lorraine moaned and arched her back. "Oh, Katy", she whimpered.Katie ran her tongue over the hard nub of flesh, feeling Lorraine's fingers entwine in her hair. Katie moved to the other breast and gave it the same treatment.
Meanwhile, Lorraine's hand snaked in between Katy's legs, "You're very warm down there, Katy". She looked up at Katy, biting her lips softly. She eyed the hem of Katy's skirt, tracing it.
"I want you to lay down", She said never breaking eye contact with Katy. As Katy was sprawled on her large bed, Lorraine unzipped her skirt gently, and removed it leaving Katy only in her dark panties.
Their bodies met and Lorraine gyrated against Katy's core, both their lip molded against each other. Each movement of Lorraine's hips carried with it an electric charge. It was as if every point of contact between them sparked a tiny flame, igniting a warmth that spread throughout their bodies. Lorraine's lips then moved further down Katy's body, stopping along her legs.
Katy's breathing quickened as Lorraine moved her hand higher, feeling the soft skin of her inner thigh." You are a work of art, Katy", she whispered, her blue eyes sparkling. Lorraine pushed her hand further up and cupped Katy's core through the fabric of her panties. She could feel the heat radiating from between Katy's legs and she rubbed against it with her palm.
"Oh my god," Katy moaned, her eyes closing as she leaned back against the bedpost. She spread her legs a little wider to give Lorraine better access and Lorraine took advantage of it by slipping her hand into the waistband of Katy's panties and began to rub her clit in a circular motion. Katy watched in shock and awe when Lorraine's lips reached her inner folds, her tongue carassing the most sensitive parts of her. Lorraine's fingers followed her mouth, sliding between her folds and inside her. The pressure within her building, mimicking the speed of Lorraine's fingers. Her body tensed and Katy's vision becomes white. She felt the pressure explode within her walls- a cathartic release. Katy cried out in immense pleasure. Heavy breaths lingered in the space between their faces. Their foreheads met, an exchange of emotion and sweat.
Lorraine gazed into Katy's eyes with a soft sincerity and whispered, "You are truly remarkable, Katy."
Katy couldn't help but laugh softly. "you're the remarkable one. Especially with those fingers... and your lips..." Her tone was a mix of admiration and a hint of playful teasing, acknowledging the intimate moments they had shared. Lorraine pulled back slightly, a knowing smirk playing on her lips, Her eyes twinkling with amusement. She gracefully settled down beside Katy, her elbow propped.
Her other hand found its way into Katy's hair, fingers gently weaving through the strands with a soothing touch.
Katy, lying beside Lorraine with a thoughtful expression, couldn't help but let curiosity guide her words. "Lorraine," she began gently, "when did you realize you liked women?"
Lorraine, meeting Katy's gaze with a depth of understanding, paused thoughtfully before speaking. "You know, Katy," she began gently, "understanding one's own heart isn't always a straightforward journey. Love and attraction are layered, deeply personal experiences. Over time, I've come to see that love truly transcends conventional boundaries like gender. It’s never been about a specific moment of realization for me; rather, it’s about the profound connections we feel with others. Love is about the person, their essence, and sometimes, that connection happens to be with a woman."
Lorraine continued, her voice tinged with a hint of reflection. "Do you remember our conversation back in California,when you asked about acceptance". Katy nodded. Lorraine paused. "I was speaking from personal experience.I went through a period of turmoil, questioning and seeking a balance between my faith and the authenticity of my feelings and attraction to men and women. "
She reached out, her hand gently resting on Katy's. "In those moments of self-doubt and introspection, I realized that the most important thing is to honor the truth within us. Our love, our desires, they're part of who we are. Embracing that truth, even when it diverges from societal expectations, is what makes us authentic."
In the quietude of their conversation, Katy mustered the courage to delve into a sensitive topic. "Lorraine," she began hesitantly, "does Ed know about...about your preferences?"
Lorraine's expression softened as Katy broached the subject of Ed, a hint of melancholy touching her features. She nodded slowly, her voice carrying a mix of resignation and clarity. "Yes, Ed knows," she said quietly
Lorraine took a contemplative breath, her gaze drifting momentarily. "It wasn't easy, Katy" .She sighed, a weight seeming to lift yet also settle deeper at the same time. "I told him about my feelings, my... preferences. Ed, with his faith and his beliefs, he couldn't fully understand or accept this part of me. The revelation strained the last few years of our relationship, and, in the end, it played a significant role in our decision to separate."
Katy couldn't help but wonder about the potential repercussions. "so if Ed were to find out about us, would he be upset? I mean, considering everything that happened between you two."
Lorraine, perceiving the depth of Katy's concern, replied in a way that echoed her own understanding and experiences. "Ed might indeed be upset," she acknowledged gently. "He holds his beliefs and principles very close to his heart. If he were to discover our relationship, his discomfort would likely stem more from his own values and convictions than any personal grievance against us."
As she spoke, Lorraine extended her hand, intertwining her fingers with Katy's in a gesture of comfort and solidarity. "What's important, Katy, is the connection we're building. It's about our personal journey and embracing our truths. My relationship with Ed was built on deep respect, but living authentically is just as vital. Our relationship, what we share, it deserves to be honored with honesty, irrespective of external views or judgments."
Katy listened intently, absorbing every word Lorraine spoke. As their fingers intertwined, a wave of emotions cascaded through her. She felt a profound sense of relief and validation hearing Lorraine's words, acknowledging the complex reality of their situation
As Lorraine spoke, Katy found herself caught in a delicate dance of emotions. The soft intertwining of their fingers felt like a silent promise, grounding Katy in the reality of their connection.
Her heart, already entangled in the complexities of admiration and newfound affection for Lorraine, now grappled with the nuanced landscape of navigating a new relationship. Lorraine's words, delivered with a tenderness that resonated deeply, were a soothing melody in the symphony of Katy's emotions.
In that moment, as the weight of their connection mingled with the vulnerability of their truths, Katy couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. Gratitude for Lorraine's understanding, for the shared journey they were embarking upon, and for the profound honesty that was breathing life into their evolving relationship.
With these thoughts swirling in her mind, a peaceful calm began to envelop Katy. The bed, with its soft linens and the subtle scent of lavender, seemed to welcome them into a sanctuary of comfort,safety and sleep.
Chapter 23
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Connecticut
April 17, 1978
Katy awoke the next morning to the gentle touch of sunlight streaming through her bedroom window. The soft rays of light danced across the room, casting a warm, golden hue that seemed to promise a day full of potential. As her eyes adjusted to the morning brightness, she took a moment to appreciate the peacefulness that enveloped her.
As Katy lay there, bathed in the morning sunlight, a soft warmth crept up her cheeks. A gentle blush, like the delicate petals of a rose, painted her features.The memory of the previous evening with Lorraine lingered in her mind, each moment replaying like a cherished melody.
Katy stood before the mirror, her gaze lingering on her reflection. Her long, dark curls fell around her shoulders in a cascade of soft waves, each one seeming to hold a hint of the previous night's passion. Her green eyes, usually so clear and direct, now held a deeper, almost mysterious sparkle.
She observed herself, it was undeniable that she looked different. There was a glow about her skin, a radiance that seemed to emanate from within. Katy couldn't help but smile at her reflection, recognizing a version of herself that was both familiar and excitingly new.
As Katy made her way to the kitchen, she found Lorraine already there, fully dressed and embodying an elegance that was both familiar and striking. Lorraine had slipped back into her outfit from the previous day, but there was a fresh grace about her that made the ensemble seem new. Her attire, a classic combination of a well-fitted blouse and skirt, was chosen with an eye for understated sophistication, complementing her poised demeanor.
Lorraine's hair, which had been loose and free the night before, was now styled neatly, framing her face in a way that accentuated her delicate features. The morning light streaming through the window caught in her hair, giving it a soft, ethereal glow.
Katy stood for a moment, just taking it all in. She was in awe of Lorraine, not just for her physical appearance, but for the whole aura she exuded. There was a certain poise and calmness about Lorraine that was captivating. Her elegance was more than just her attire; it was in her movements, her expressions, and the way she carried herself.
"Good morning, Katy," Lorraine greeted with a warm smile. "I made breakfast for you, but unfortunately, I have to leave soon."
Katy's eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. "You made all this for me?"
Lorraine nodded.She gently placed her hands on Katy's cheeks, her touch warm and reassuring. "I thought you might enjoy a good start to the day. However. I have some things to attend to. So I need to leave,"she said with a soft smile, her fingers gently running through Katy's hair."We'll talk soon, I promise".
Her eyes held a depth of understanding, and she leaned in, placing a tender kiss on Katy's cheek. "I had a lovely time last night," she murmured in a sultry whisper.
April 25, 1978
The days blurred together in a whirlwind for Katy as she juggled the final stages of her dissertation and the blossoming connection with Lorraine. They found solace in shared moments, often sharing dinners that turned into intimate conversations, weaving the threads of their lives together.
One evening, after a particularly passionate encounter, they lay breathless in bed. Lorraine's fingers traced gentle patterns on Katy's skin, the post-lovemaking quiet filling the room. With a soft smile, Lorraine whispered, " You're quite talented, Katy." Katy blushed profusely, remembering where her mouth was moments ago; Lorraine's soft moans and whimpers filling the room
In the hushed aftermath, Katy gathered the courage to ask a question that was on her mind. "Lorraine, my dissertation defense is coming up. Would you... come with me?" Her voice held a mix of vulnerability and hope.
Lorraine's fingers stilled, and she looked into Katy's eyes, a depth of understanding passing between them. "Of course, Katy. I'd be honored to be there for you. We'll face it together."
Do you think Ed would... come?" A tinge of sadness colored Katy's expression as she recalled Ed's initial reaction at dinner a few nights ago. He had been respectful but requested space when he had found out Katy was seeing Lorraine.
Lorraine listened empathetically, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding of Katy's emotions. "I'll talk to Ed," she assured. "But, Katy, I can't promise anything, or if he would be willing to communicate with me, but Judy will definitely be there," she said softly. "She's very fond of you, Katy. She was genuinely excited and supportive of us. Katy's mind replayed the moments she shared with Judy, recalling the enthusiasm and warmth in her eyes. Judy's excitement had been palpable, a stark contrast to Ed's more reserved reaction. It comforted Katy to know that Judy, embraced her presence and her relationship with Lorraine. Despite the complexities of her relationship with Lorraine and the mixed reactions it evoked within the Warren household, the support from Judy was a beacon of acceptance and understanding.
Notes:
The next chapter will be the epilogue. (':
I think I reached a good place with this story, whether or not I'll make a book 2 is still in question, probably exploring another case and furthering Katy and Lorraine's relationship. If I do end up making it , it will most likely be way later this year. ( I am in my last year of University and unfortunately, I'll be tied up with research and classes for a while).
Please let me know what you thought of this story. Without all the support and lovely I don't think I would have dedicated myself to finishing this story.
Chapter 24
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Epilogue
Connecticut
September 10, 1978
Months had cascaded like the falling leaves of autumn since the events of Emma's case. Katy had succesfully defended her dissertation and now earned the title Doctor of Philosophy in religion with an emphasis in cult studies. The achievement brought a sense of accomplishment to her hard wok, but it was the support and pride in Lorraine's eyes that made it truly special.
As days melded into one another, Katy's professional and personal lives wove together seamlessly. Ed, after some initial hesitance, came to accept and even appreciate Katy's relationship with Lorraine. He saw the joy and vibrancy Katy brought into Lorraine's life, and he couldn't help but feel happy for them. Katy, now a full-time member of the Warrens' investigative team, worked closely with Lorraine and Ed. Together, they formed a powerful trio, each bringing their own strengths and insights to solve the complex mysteries that came their way.
Ed and Lorraine had found a way to co-parent Judy. The young girl, a beacon of joy and innocence, had grown close to Katy, often spending time with her when Lorraine had come over.
On a serene evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the home, Katy found herself preparing Judy for a special dinner. The task at hand was braiding Judy's hair, a task that, despite its simplicity, became a heartwarming ritual between them.
"Alright, Judy, let's get these braids just right for dinner," Katy said, her fingers skillfully weaving through Judy's hair.
Judy, seated patiently but with an occasional giggle, looked up at Katy through the mirror. "Do you think mommy will like it?" she asked, her voice tinged with excitement.
Katy smiled, meeting Judy's gaze in the mirror. "I think she's going to love it. You always look beautiful, but tonight, you're going to be the star of the dinner."
Judy beamed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I can't wait to see everyone's faces!"
Judy's eyes sparkled mischievously as she sat still for Katy's attempts at braiding her hair. The air was filled with an air of excitement and the scent of anticipation, signaling a special dinner ahead.
"Are you going to wear something nice for your birthday, Katy?" Judy asked, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Mommy always stares when you wear pretty dresses."
"I do have a dress in mind, actually," Katy revealed with a smile, meeting Judy's curious gaze in the mirror. "I think it's one that both you and your mom might like."
"Maybe," Katy teased, her voice laced with amusement. "You'll just have to wait and see. A little mystery makes dinner more fun, don't you think?"
Judy nodded eagerly, her anticipation clearly growing. "I can't wait to see Mommy's face!" she said, her words filled with a child's innocent delight.
Katy laughed again, a melodic sound that echoed in the room. "Okay, go wash up for dinner. We don't want to keep everyone waiting."
Just as she was putting the final touches, Judy scampered away, leaving Katy alone in the room. Glancing at herself in the mirror, Katy decided on a black lace midi dress, a timeless piece that complemented the grace in her movements. She paired it with elegant heels that added a subtle touch of sophistication.
As she surveyed her reflection, a sense of confidence and allure washed over her. Katy chuckled at the thought of Lorraine's reaction. Katy smoothed out any imaginary wrinkles, readying herself for the evening ahead. With one last glance at the mirror, she whispered a playful affirmation to herself, "Let the evening begin."
As Katy went downstairs, she was greeted by an unexpected darkness. Her heart began to race, a mix of anticipation and nervousness fluttering in her chest. Then, suddenly, the lights flickered on, and the room burst into a chorus of "Happy Birthday!" The surprise caught her off guard, her eyes widening as she took in the smiling faces of friends and family.
Lorraine stepped forward, her face beaming with joy. She wrapped Katy in a warm, heartfelt hug and planted a tender kiss on her cheek. "Happy birthday, sweetheart," Lorraine whispered, her voice carrying the warmth of genuine affection.
Katy's initial shock melted away, replaced by a feeling of overwhelming love and gratitude. She looked around the room, her eyes meeting those of the people she cherished, each of them there to celebrate this special day with her.
Katy, still caught in the joyous atmosphere, turned to Lorraine with a wide grin. "Did you plan all of this?" she asked, her eyes reflecting both surprise and admiration for the effort put into the celebration.
Lorraine chuckled warmly, a twinkle in her eyes. "Maybe," she teased, "but it was a team effort. We all wanted to make sure your birthday was as special as you are."
Katy chuckled, a playful glint in her eyes. "I'm not exactly young, Lorraine. I just turned 30".
Lorraine, with a subtle yet unmistakable hint of playfulness in her demeanor, leaned closer to Katy amidst the bustling room. Her voice was a soft murmur, meant only for Katy's ears. "You look absolutely stunning in that dress," she said, her eyes briefly flicking down before meeting Katy's gaze again. Then, with a barely perceptible bite of her lip, she added in a low, suggestive tone, "Although, I must admit, I'm quite intrigued by the thought of you without it."
Katy, feeling the warmth of Lorraine's words and the subtle teasing, couldn't help but respond with a playful smirk. "Well," she quipped, her eyes gleaming mischievously, "you'll have to wait until the party's over to unwrap that particular birthday gift." Her tone carried a mix of playful anticipation and a hint of boldness, creating a light and witty exchange between the two.
"Later," she said, her eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and anticipation, "I have something special for you. Something... just for us." The implication was clear, yet delicately veiled in the subtlety of her tone. She winked at Katy.
Katy," he called out with a warm smile, gesturing towards the birthday cake ablaze with candles, "it's time to make a wish and blow out these candles!"
Katy turned towards the cake, the flickering lights casting a soft glow on her face. The room quieted in anticipation, and for a brief moment, she caught Lorraine's smile.
She closed her eyes, made a wish in the silence of her heart, and then blew out the candles, eliciting cheers and applause from everyone in the room.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Katy turned to Lorraine, curiosity dancing in her eyes.
"Lorraine?" she asked, a playful tone in her voice.
Lorraine simply chuckled, a sound filled with warmth and affection. She gently pushed the bedroom door open and, without a word, pulled Katy into a tender, yet passionate kiss. The world seemed to stand still in that moment, their surroundings fading into insignificance.
Then, breaking the kiss, Lorraine whispered softly, "Close your eyes, Katy."
As Katy stood there with closed eyes, Lorraine carefully set up a record player in the room. The soft crackle of the needle on vinyl filled the air, playing the soulful and romantic melody of 'Happy Together' by the Turtles
"Okay, open them".
Katy's eyes widened in genuine surprise and delight. The room, adorned with the intimate glow of the record player,Lorraine, a playful smile on her lips, shared the thought behind the surprise. "I couldn't help but notice how much you loved the record player at Emma's place. I thought you might enjoy having one of these for yourself".
Katy instinctively brought her hand to her mouth, a gesture to contain the joy that threatened to spill over. Her eyes reflected a mixture of surprise, happiness, and the deep appreciation she felt for the thoughtful gesture.
"Oh, Lorraine," she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of gratitude and affection. Lorraine, taking Katy's hand, led her into a tender spin, the room swirling around them in a dance of shared emotions. The room, adorned with the warm glow of soft lights, became a sanctuary for their dance – a dance that mirrored the graceful flow of their emotions.
Amidst the quiet melody, Lorraine spoke from the depths of her heart. "I love you, Katy. I truly don't know what I would do without you. You've brought so much light into my life." Their dance continued, a celebration of the love that had blossomed between them, set against the backdrop of a song that echoed the timeless beauty of their connection.
Katy, her head resting against Lorraine's shoulder, felt a profound sense of peace. The struggles, the uncertainties, and the fears that had once clouded her mind seemed to dissolve into nothingness. In their place, a quiet assurance took root, a feeling that, no matter what the future held, they would face it together.
Lorraine's embrace tightened ever so slightly, a silent affirmation of the unspoken vows they had exchanged. Her breath, a gentle rhythm against Katy's ear, was a soothing melody, a reminder of the steadfast presence she had become in Katy's life.
As they stood there, the boundary between where one ended and the other began seemed to blur. They were no longer just Katy and Lorraine; they were a partnership, a union of souls that had weathered storms and basked in sunlight, all the while growing stronger, deeper, more resilient.
Eventually, the record player fell silent, its final crackle marking the end of a moment suspended in time. Yet, the silence that followed was not empty. It was filled with the weight of all that had been said without words, all that had been promised in the simple act of holding each other.
Katy lifted her head, her eyes meeting Lorraine's. In them, she saw not just the reflection of her own happiness but the shared dreams of a future yet to unfold. A smile, tender and full of love, played on her lips.
Lorraine, responding with a smile of her own, leaned in and whispered, "With you, everything feels right again."
And in that whisper, there was a truth that resonated deep within Katy's soul. With Lorraine, the chaos of the world seemed to fall into order, the shadows of doubt were chased away by the light of love, and the complexities of life seemed to unravel into beautiful simplicity.
They remained there, wrapped in each other's embrace, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the room dimmed into twilight. In each other's presence, they found a haven, a place where love reigned supreme, and somehow, everything seemed good again. In this space, in this moment, they were home.
The end.
Notes:
Writing this was so bittersweet, but It makes me so happy that this story is completed. I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing it
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