Long gone was the thunder and heavy downpour from yesterday's weather, and in it replaced moist and dew. The smell of the rain's remnants flooded Georgianna's nostrils, scrunching her nose whenever it got way too strong for her liking. Everything seemed to be normal. People occupied the muddy streets, automobiles rev around town, the sun started to dry out of what little residue remains of the rain.

As for the Warrens, well. . . that's a different story.

Georgianna sat facing towards the wide window. Tea in hand, she quietly sonder whilst twirling the teaspoon unconsciously. She watched as the sun bore glares through the glass and hit her eye, the circumstance making her squint and look elsewhere. This house does not feel right, . . . it doesn't feel right at all.

A frown was evident on her lips, she had been up for the past hour now contemplating whether to go back to bed or stay up and recollect something terrible. For someone who witnessed a shadow hovering over their feet, Georgianna seemed fine.

...

Ed felt different today. From the moment he'd awaken, something uncomfortable loomed its way from his slumber, a trickle of sweat slowly glides down from his forehead and dipped down his shirt. He couldn't remember the last time he woke up in cold sweat, eyes seemingly blurring his vision.

An appointment was settled today. Him and Lorraine would meet with Father Gordon, discussing the pressing matters that wouldn't leave both their minds. A plethora of events happened within the span of a week and that didn't go unnoticed by neither him nor his wife and especially his daughter.

He took a sip of his coffee, the warm brewed taste making him forget for a moment. He left Lorraine to her rest, his wife endured quite a lot fairly surprised she can still put up a smile for them.

Grabbing one of his newspapers, he made his way over to the couch where his daughter patiently sat and waited for the bus. She was cladded in her uniform, neat as a pin but quiet as ever. The father could only sigh, sitting across from his daughter and flipped through the flimsy tabloid.

"Dad," His hooded eyes lift up from what his gazette and raised a brow, "There's an awful smell in the bedroom last night." Ed shifted from where he sat as he put down whatever he was reading, a curious look now on his face. Smells can indicate many things, food, the weather, but in their case, a demonic possession. Though Ed didn't jump to conclusion just yet.

"Pumpkin what do you mean---"

"Good morning. . ."

Lorraine came down rubbing her eyes awake. She had a wide grin on her face, looking lovely as ever. Her nightgown flowed and twirled when she paraded towards the father daughter who sat across from each other.

"So," She slumped against the couch, an exasperated sigh escaping her lips as she finally settled and watched as both exchanged looks the clairvoyant didn't miss, "What are we talking about?"

Ed kept his gaze on Lia, "She's telling me she smelled something awful." His voice benevolent, eyes travelling back to meet his wife's blue ones. The clairvoyant could feel him softly squeeze her hand, a gesture he took up through the years when he was indicating something along with that same look he always gives her.

"That's odd. . ." Lorraine watched as her daughter squirmed under her stare. Lia sat in silence and refused to meet their gazes and instead focused on the grainy wallpaper, on a tear small enough that only she could see.

"Are we still going to the church?" Ed noticed the atmosphere shifting and so he changed the subject. The husband, with his face covered in a tint of worry, managed to ask without his voice withering. "Because if you are far too tired we can---"

"---no. no, it's fine. We'll go today." A small smile eased Ed's worries, " Besides, whatever's going on. . .needs to stop."

Georgianna emerged from around the kitchen and made her way towards the living room where the rest of Warrens were. Everybody sat quietly, oblivious of the grandmother standing and speculating the three rather curiously.

"Good morning dear," At the sound of her mother's voice, Lorraine beamed and returned the greeting back. Everything went smoothly that day, well except for the fact that this was the Warren's household. Over the past weeks, the couple noticed the sequence of patterns they were experiencing, not only that, their daughter seemed to be at the center of it all.

The Warren couple made an oath that they would make sure that their child cannot be involved in their field of work, they cannot risk something precious taken away from them. But it seems as though that it was happening right in front of their very eyes.

Lorraine sighed as she watched her daughter ride away, she waved one last time before the yellow bus disappeared around the corner.

"Alright, what is going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"Clearly there is, this house doesn't feel like how it used to," Lorraine took in a breath, gathering her thoughts before turning to face Georgianna. "We-we've been experiencing things. . ."

...

Ed and Lorraine arrived in church both dressed accordingly, the couple made sure they had everything before entering the grand high steps of the chapel. It stood before them high and proud, the stained glass glinting against the piercing sun whilst parts of the building hide behind the shade of trees that surrounded the area.

Despite the cathedral being built a stand-alone, it was still part of a school campus just behind from where it stood. Students, nuns, and professors kindly passed by, some greeted the couple and others bore glances and walked away. They watched as a group of teenagers passed by, giving rather weird glimpses and harsh whispers towards them, but alas they didn't mind as they were here for one thing and one thing only.

Father Gordon waited for them right in front of the large brass doors of the sanctuary, he wore his usual black clad of robe and shook their hands before entering. The couple trailed from behind as the priest guided them inside, their footsteps echoing against the granite floors.

"I'm guessing there is something bothering the both of you?" Asked Father Gordon, walking them in to his office before shutting the door behind him. He urged the couple to sit, ready to discuss the matter further.

"Uh actually, it's our daughter. . ." Ed shifted getting comfortable, "Who's experiencing something." The priest nodded, leaning towards for them to continue. He watched as Ed gave his wife a gentle squeezed on the hand, which the wife returned with a gentle smile before gazing back at Father Gordon with burdened eyes.

"Now. Tell me what has been happening, every detail."