Ed sat across from their bed, leaning forwards and resting his elbows on his leg. He manage to persuade Lorraine on sleeping after another incident that left his wife shaking to her bones. The thought of what his wife must have seen latched itself and made a hang of nothing but darkness clouding his mind.

Ed had seen enough of what Lorraine had gone through to know that that had been one of her premonition, the mere sound of her scream sent unending shivers of fear down his spine. He could only pray that whatever happened back in 1971, wouldn't repeat itself.

1971. Oh how that year flew past like an autumn wind in a winter storm, odd and peculiar. He remember so vividly the terror that case brought down on their family, much more to Lorraine. It took her eight days...eight without consuming a single meal nor falling to slumber.

The bed shifted the moment the clairvoyant stirred awake, her cerulean orbs lazily leafing through the room before landing on where her husband sat, eyes glazed from thought. "Were you watching me sleep?" A small smile made its way to her lips, her face seemed lighter and Ed took that as a good sign.

...

Hours have passed and both the couple quietly enjoyed their afternoon tea, or rather coffee along their back porch. Everything went by the span of a minute and it wouldn't hurt to take things slow.

From whatever happened, Lorraine refused to talk about it. An avoided topic yet again, which Ed didn't seem to mind but can't hide the fact that he was worried for her well being. His wife just experienced something terrifying from what he'd seen for him not to panic over, but it was all over now and he could only pray that it won't happen again.

Coffee in hand, they watched as their daughter played with her chicken and it's newly built coop that Ed manage to finish before the, well. . . incident.

Lia was getting back to her normal state again, and it seems as though the pet thing really did work like a Christmas miracle. Lorraine pitied her daughter from what happened almost a couple of times already, and she wished she could make this all disappear.

Being investigators is a job tough enough, let alone being paranormal investigators, now that is a different story. You're dealing with things you can't see, evil spirits that can manipulate the minds of the vulnerable and conjure the bodies of the weak.

It doesn't help when it is your family they're haunting.

They watched from afar, admiring eyes never leaving the small child. They recognized the silence that hung in the air, a message they ought to receive. Both knew that something had been provoked and it will not leave anytime soon.

"Lia!" Lorraine's pitched call echoed across the yard. Her hand motioned for the young girl to come towards her, "Come inside, it's getting dark."

It took a moment before her daughter managed a reply, her silhouette catching light as she prodded towards her mother.

Both of them went inside, Lorraine dusting off what little remains of dirt on her daughter's clothes. It didn't take long for the mother to notice the slight tug and pull of her cuffed sleeve and those big eyes that seemed to whisper something towards her.

"What is it?" Lia kept quiet and kept on insisting the clairvoyant upstairs. She had no reason but to obliged, glancing at Ed and back at the child who seemed skittish climbing up the stairs.

"Lia," She called with a stern tone, "Honey what is it?" But still did her child kept quiet.

Lorraine gave a solemn look, they stopped at the middle of their hallway, the clairvoyant looking down, with a deep seated frown on her face.

"I found something," Her voice quiet, almost too inaudible for Lorraine to hear. The mother bent down and reached Lia's eye level, staring directly through her eyelids.

She glanced at Lia's clutching hand, "What's wrong?"

The child could only reach out her hand and drop something on her mother's palm. A trinket, a symbol, a souvenir. . .whatever it is made Lorraine fall into silence.

...

Ed could only look at his wife with questioning eyes, beckoning for her to say something. "What?" Lorraine shifted her attention from her bible to her husband who was leaning on their bathroom doorframe.

"Aren't you gonna say anything?"

"About what-"

"The incident."

A sigh came out her lips, she knew she would have to tell him sooner or later. She took a moment to compose herself, her fingers fiddling with the ring before looking up to meet Ed's gaze.

"I don't think I can. . ."

"Look, I understand. But I deserve to know, even just a small part of it - I don't care if it's a sentence or two, as long as you tell me you're okay."

"I am," She kept her gaze on him, gentle and tired.

"You said that last time. . ." He muttered quietly, almost in a whisper to avoid her from ever hearing what it was, but she heard it anyway. "You weren't fine then,"

A long pause hung in the air, the couple let the words sunk in. Feeling it ponder their minds, Ed quietly got in the bed with Lorraine, resting his head against the headboard of their bed.

She could hear him think and sigh to himself and Lorraine could only close her eyes. She doesn't like them bickering about small things, both were stubborn to admit that.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you to tell I-"

"No, it's okay. . ." Her hand rested on his, thumb caressing the back of his hand softly, "I shouldn't be keeping things from you anyway."

"Tell me when you're ready," His gaze was gently yet unwavering and it was enough for Lorraine to softly smile.

She pulled the duvet for the both of them, soaking in each other's warmth with Lorraine busy putting away her bible, and that was when she remembered something.

"Ed,"

"Mhm"

"When Lia pulled me upstairs, she handed me something," Ed looked as his wife sat up straight and rummaged through their bedside drawers, pulling a sleek tint of something shiny, "A-a pin of some sort-"

"Do you know what it stands for?" She asked, handing him the gold pin. He took it and traced the letters with his finger, while muttering 'B and P' as if remembering where he had seen or heard it from.

It looks as if it survived through centuries and it probably has, with it's engrained lettering and the still shiny gold that had made itself known.

"...I don't think so Hon, where did she get this?" He asked, handing it back to her as she placed it inside the drawers once again, "In the coop. She said it was buried in the dirt somewhere where she was playing."

"Have you seen it? When you were building the coop?" She asked, looking at him through unreadable eyes.

"No. . .If I had, I would've given them to you too."

"It's probably nothing," With one last turn-over he handed it back to Lorraine who kept it back in their drawers, "Do you think so?"

Night at the Warren's estate left yet again, another peaceful slumber. And tomorrow lies something beyond, something for them to slowly uncover.