Confused was one way to describe what Lia felt, her fingers played along the satin sheets of her bed, brows furrowed seeing the glinting sunlight peeking from her window blinds. Pulling down her covers, her feet led her straight to her bedroom door, turning over the brass knob and momentarily looked around before fully emerging outside.

Her hand trailed along the stairs' railing, brows still furrowed from moment's events. Her pajamas barely protected her from the nipping cold that went by along, making her shiver and nip on her lip. The smell of rich brewed coffee and bacon reached her nostrils, and the lurch of her stomach made her realize just how starved she was.

"Mommy," She called, still daze by what had happened, her dry throat prevented her from speaking a bit loud, and so she tried again, "Daddy?,"

It sounded croaky, but she still manage to sound decent than the first try, "---in the kitchen pumpkin!" Turning around a corner, she was met with her father and mother having jolly conversations and looked quite rather busy. Her father was hovering around the kitchen countertops, serving on what it seems to be a perfectly timed breakfast, while her mother quietly sips from her mug, hazily staring out the wide window.

"Goodmorning," Lia greeted, kissing her mother's cheek and took the empty seat beside her, "Goodmorning hun, did you sleep well?" Lorraine pressed her lips on Lia's head, earning a small nod from the child who seemed to be having a handful of thoughts in mind.

Waking from a nap, the Warren's daughter groaned in exhaustion, her entire body numbed from sleeping on the ground. She squints from the sudden array of darkness, not finding comfort from not seeing the familiar glow of her night light. In fact, she wasn't in bed at all, her elbows prepped up on the ground and legs seemingly in folded posture, she finds herself staring blankly in their living room.

Her breath caught wind, the atmosphere seemed damp and heavy, completely distant from the way it felt this morning. She pushed herself up, rather hastily, her eyes kept darting from one thing to the other, breath hitching as she started to see shadows.

She ran, not daring looking back to something she might regret seeing, the only light provided was from the distant moon above and all else seem like an ocean of shadows ready to swallow her up in waves if she wasn't fast enough. She passed the museum, not minding the chills running up her spine as she did so, but rather continued trying to reach her parent's bedroom.

Barely an arm's reach away, the Warren's daughter tried reaching for the bedroom's knob, stumbling a few times, it was seemingly impossible to achieve. She tried and tried, until her lungs felt like collapsing from lack of oxygen, she could feel her legs numbing from all that excessive running, her eyes shifting and starting to blur.

She paused, catching her breath before shutting her eyes closed. Trying to even her stance and get rid of the erupting dizziness before opening them up again only for her to freeze.

There, in the long hallway, was standing in nothing but a void of eerily darkness, a shadow. Tall, rather cripple and had eyes glowing like a cat in the night, only it wasn't of a cat's nor did it seem like a man. But before Lia can look further, it had gone and she spiraled into perilous sleep, eyes fluttering shut until she reached the floor with a thud.

"Mama?" Her voice frail, Lia looked up to face Lorraine who seemed to fiddle with her wedding ring, "Yes darling..?" She took a glance towards her husband who seemed to only shrug, Lorraine won't show it but she was in fact worried. Her daughter doesn't call her 'mama' if there was truly something wrong, and by the look on Lia's face, it was more than just something...

Ed handed each of their plates, containing their nutrition for the early morning, placing it on the table where his wife and daughter sat. He noticed Lorraine's few glances towards him, and eager to hear what Lia has to say, he sat across from the both of them and focused his gaze on his daughter who couldn't seem to stop fidgeting.

"Did you bring me back to bed last night?" She asked, silently staring at her mother who seemed to be growing confused, "What do you mean love?" Lorraine tucked away a stray strand of hair from her daughter's face, who seemed to be deep in thought again, "...nevermind."

...

It was later in the day when the Warren couple recieved a call from the local priest from down the street, and since they're known for their investigations they couldn't help but not refuse to aid the needed.

They left their daughter in the care of Georgianna, Lorraine's mother who's past time was to knit downstairs in their old plaid chair cushion, she had been busy and hadn't yet checked on the Warren's daughter who was up in her room.

Lia's bedroom was dim, her blinds were open but it seemed as though no sun had been existing, shrugging off that feeling, she continued on and played with her toys. Her dollhouse was a given gift from someone in their local church yard sale, a form of thanks to which she hasn't understand the meaning quite yet.

A spine tingle, cold chilly breeze, and a whisper of what seems to be a thousand ringing voices made Lia to look up and squint to see. The voices were getting louder and louder, and she couldn't help but tremble with fear as she leer over from behind, throat getting dry, the thought of something perilous hang from the back of her mind, she braced herself from what she was about to witness.

Taking in shallow breaths, she peered over her shoulder, making out the dark spot that loomed from the corner of her room. Her stomach dropped, her eyes seemed to refuse on looking away, staring at the void with wide eyes and feeling desperately helpless.

"Nana..." She managed to whisper out, she ignored the numbing feeling on her legs, it's as if the presence trapped her in a trance of unending terror, daring her to look more.

...

"Lia," Ed and Lorraine arrived in no less than three hours, exhausted from the trip, the mother badly wanted to see her daughter, "We're home!"

Looking up from her knitting, Georgianna welcomed a smile for the couple, she stretched her fingers from all the work she'd done before placing her tools down and hugged her daughter, "Lia's upstairs dear,"

With that Lorraine thanked her mother, "Will you be okay with the stuff hon?" Lorraine asked, halfway up the stairs. She had been, again, fiddling with her ring, and that didn't go unnoticed by Ed, "Yep, I'll be fine."

Trudging fully up the stairs, Lorraine couldn't help but feel that sickening feeling that's starting to rise, call it maternal instinct but that nagging feeling was not to be ignored. She quickened her pace this time, furrowing her brows when she noticed her daughter's bedroom door wasn't left ajar.

Lia never closes her door, not even for just a second. The cold panic settled on Lorraine's face, her hands fidget until she successfully pried the door open and witnessed something odd.

At the sound of her door opening, Lia broke off from the terrifying trance that seemed to trap her on an unending fit of events, she was covered in nothing but cold sweat, eyes close to tears, and trembling hands that desperately reached for Lorraine.

"Hey, hey..." The worry sickened mother tried her best to calm the petrified child, she wasted no time on picking her up and cradling her close, using the back of her hand to wipe the trickling sweat on her forehead while Lia could only swallow back a sob, "What happened?"

Lorraine observed Lia's state, the girl was awfully pale and it looked like she had been holding back a sob, "Tell me what's wrong sweetheart..." She waited for a reply, a sound, anything from the still terrified child, but only recieved a simple shake of the head, "Ed!" She called, not taking her eyes off her daughter, she kept whispering sweet nothings to her ear eventually stopped when she heard Ed's heavy footsteps approaching.

"What is it?" The father seemed perplexed, he could see Lorraine pleading for help but Ed seem to not see what was wrong, "She's shaking, Ed s-she's not talking---"

Ed immediately came up in front of his daughter, cupping her chin and directed her gaze to him. Lia's eyes held nothing but fear, it's as if Ed wasn't even in front of her, the father snapped his fingers a couple of times until deciding to shake her shoulders gently.

"Lia," Ed held a firm grip on her shoulders, trying his best not to give in to the panic state his mind wandered to, he shook her more urgent and fast and that seemed to bring her back into place, "Pumpkin---"

"---dad?" The tension on both the parents' shoulder lifted in pure bliss, one word was enough to make them sigh in relief, it wasn't much but it was something.

Lia could feel her mother's lips on her temple, kissing the spot tenderly while she looked around nervously as if it would be back again. She clung to her mother's neck, sniffing in her scent, it had always calmed her and at a time like this, she needed it more than ever.

"It said it w-wanted to hurt you," Lorraine's stomach dropped hearing her child say that. There was many scenarios associated with that statement and Lorraine does not want any to result in becoming true, her gaze shifted on Ed who seemed to think about the same thing as her.