"We found these," Ed pulled out a gold trinket along with the jar covered in oil and grime, "---at random places." Lorraine quietly shifted from her seat seeing the bottled glass, her palm gripping the armchair rather vigorously. They have been halfway through their conversation, and it wasn't getting lighter nor was it ending.

The priest gazed down at the items, his eyes wandering to the jar's contents and the gold pin's intricate design. He had a fair share of seeing cursed items from the Warren's collection, he blessed that same room for as long as he could hoping that it kept away and contained of what was trapped in those wooden carcasses of nothingness.

He kept his hands tucked between his arms, not bothering on examining the things with his touch. "The pin. Where. . .exactly, did you find it?"

"We didn't find the pin but rather our daughter," Lorraine intervened, "She said she found it in our back garden. Buried in the ground."

Father Gordon could see how eager they were, the mother's eyes said it all. He adjusted his collar, the clogs in his brain turning as he thought of a way to help the couple. He didn't think for one moment that there came a time Ed and Lorraine Warren were the ones who asked for assistance.

"And how about the jar," The priest fixated his gaze on the sealed glass. He wrinkled his nose from the erupting stench and used the back of his palm to dry his nose.

Ed and Lorraine exchanged looks, "It was sitting randomly on our shelf. . ."

"No one placed it there."

A pregnant silence fell before all of them. It was loud, ringing in their ears as if it was death coming to scythe its way through their soul. They found their selves staring at their long time partnered priest in question, he had a rather aghast expression on his face.

He took his time recollecting his demeanor, the expression faltering as soon as he saw the couple patiently waiting for an opinion, their hands gripping each other while remaining dubiously sat on their chairs.

"I. . ." He sat straight up, adjusting his collar like before except only this time he seemed uncertain. "This is big. Very big." He muttered the last part, he pinched the bridge of his nose while Lorraine exchanged looks with Ed.

"We-we don't know what else to do."

Father Gordon thought about what he would say, his hands in a praying notion, fists clenched. "You've mentioned about your daughter having an odd behavior was it?" They both nodded, in where the priest dour over their visage.

"An exorcism might be guaranteed. . ." Both the couples perked, reeling the familiarity of that word. "But, we need evidence."

"Is this not evidence enough?" Lorraine inquired, her tone acerbic. "I'm sure we can conduct an exorcism not sooner than this week?"

"I don't doubt that but we still need the confirmation from the Vatican---"

"But we are members of the Catholic Church and we've been through countless investigations to prove so," Ed pressed the matter. They should've been granted approval, surely they were not strangers to the church nor to the tabloids. "We have helped people and now it is us who need the help."

"I'm not obligated to propose a guarantee." Father Gordon had his tone in hand, calm eyes searched the wary ones on the couple's faces. "We don't even know what the both of you are dealing with. I regret to say we need more time and documentation."

"The life of our daughter is on the line here!" She fussed, her voice strong with authority. It was rare to find Lorraine in her sullen state, she had always been calm in sense. But no matter how calm the sea may be, it can also rage. Ed held her down by hand, glancing her way to calm her nerves with a few whispers of affirmation.

"I understand your struggle Lorraine," The priest watched as she took a moment to calm herself, getting her breathing even. "I'll see what I can do. . ."

"Thank you, Father." Ed sighed, he watched Lorraine play with her ring with that same look she had when everything seemed wrong.

"For now, I suggest setting up your gear. Get Drew to help you."

Ed nodded helping his wife up and pulled her by the waist, she seemed out of it. She still fiddled with the gold ring that hugged her finger easily. They prepare their selves for exit, with Ed helping Lorraine ease her worries, they left the trinkets to Father Gordon's possession for it will be utilized by the church and it'd be safer to say the least.

"Oh. And Lorraine?" She turned to face Father Gordon, her brow pulled together in question. "Have faith. . ."

...

Lorraine scrunched a portion of her caramel hair, a grave look formed from her features. She had been surrounded by scrolls of parchment, some old and others brand new. A roll of tapes, ranging from thin and long up to short and thick, enclosed the remaining space on her desk.

She was finding answers about the things they found, clues perhaps. Hoping to lead them to something. Anything. It had been moments since they arrived home from their visit to the church, and Ed busied himself with setting up cameras along with the help of Drew.

Georgianna occupied the kitchen, the smell of something sweet surrounded the room with intensity. Not long after the couple arrived, she made sure that the house was spick and span, and surely it was. Lorraine had been to engrossed to even notice the work, for she was determined to achieve answers.

"Hon!" Her voice echoed in the house hallways, making Ed shot up from her call. "Yeah?"

The husband made his way to where his wife sat, paper in hand and skimming through the printed letters with ease. He placed a hand on her shoulder, taking her attention away from the seemingly old tabloid and focus her gaze on him.

"Look at what I found. . ." Unfolding the paper with her fingers, she carefully laid it flat on her desk, pushing off the other things that occupied the space. Her palm caressed its wrinkled edges as she moved her shoulder for Ed to lean in and take a look.

"1919, a man by the name of Charles Sanchez, age fifty-four, committed arson on his neighbor's home using an initialized gold pin. It said to have been engraved with the letters of B and P, and rumors had it that he had been in some form of influence."

She paused, assuming to have read the next line correctly before continuing where she left off.

"---Influenced by something demonic. Nobody had any prior knowledge as to how this was possible but it quickly spread gossip throughout town. Later on, he was caught and brought to state prison where he testified the reason of his crime."

Ed kept quiet and urged his wife to continue despite the gnawing feeling in their gut. "The reason being that he was mocked for keeping a collection of haunting items such as black flies in jars, and was accused of witchcraft."

The husband grimaced, though he kept quiet. Lorraine, bug-eyed, continued to gather the information despite the exact details of their current situation.

"He was found dangling in the air inside his cell after hanging himself with the use of rope that was worn to tie his hands."

Ed had his lips pursed, an unreadable expression swirled in his eyes. He could sense his wife curiously eyeing him, as if confirming if he had heard it correctly or not.

"It's matching up the things. . ."

"I know."

Lorraine folded the newspaper and tossed it somewhere in the growing pile, she was ill-stricken at the new founded information and she couldn't help but rest her elbows on the desk and cover her face in exhaustion.

The husband, however, flicked through journals, tapes, and other scattered things on the desk and had his hands latched around a new form of paper.

The ink was barely visible and it seemed as though it was damp and left to dry out in the sun, he flipped it over several times before squinting his eyes and carefully read each line.

It was hard figuring out what the piece of paper was saying, his finger pointing at every word while his eyes probing whatever it is the sentence is forming.

"This has to be a joke," Lorraine perked up at the sound of him chuckling, it sounded dry and lacked of any humor. "What. What is it?"

"He once lived here. . ."

...

Lia arrived after hours of excruciating study sessions in school, she watched as the yellow bus turned around the corner and sped away.

The house was quiet. She started noticing the cameras that almost occupied each corner of the room, lines and cables snaked their way around the floor and each connected to some sort of device.

Leaving behind her school bag, she ventured to look for her parents, ignoring the hundred lenses that watched her as she swerved each and every one of them.

She neared their office, the wooden door towering over her size. She was close enough to hear faint chatters from inside, it had been muffled but was still distinguishable.

Slowly, her fingers turned the knob and gently pushed it open. She peeked quietly, eyes skimming everywhere until it landed on both familiar people.

"This doesn't make sense. . ."

"I know, it's not adding up---"

Squeak. Ed and Lorraine stopped and look up from their desk, the door had been opened and there stood their daughter still in her uniform looking faint.

"Hi sweetie, you're home quite early." Lorraine reached out both her arms for a hug, her gaze following on her daughter as she shuffled towards them and accepted her embrace.

Lia seemed to sniff in her mother's scent, liking the fact that it made her feel safe and truly at home. The mother didn't fail to notice this and instead hugged her tighter, her head resting on hers.

"How's school?"

"Alright," Lia pulled out from Lorraine's grasp, ignoring her questioning look and faced her father.

"Dad. . ."

"Mhmm?"

"Why are there cameras outside?" Both parents exchanged looks, the father clearing his throat before he spoke. Lorraine could only give a sympathetic smile.

"It's nothing for you to worry about pumpkin," Ed didn't bother going into detail, there is already a lot going on and he does not want to scare his daughter away.

Lia frowned, she knows. She knew a portion of what they were doing and this was what she feared. It was finally happening, it was close and she could feel it.

"Mama," The crack on her voice pulled on Lorraine's heartstrings, "Is something gonna happen to me?"

"No. No, sweetheart nothing is going to happen to you." The mother raised her hand and gently caressed her daughter's cheeks, "Okay? Nothing, we'll make sure of it."

Lorraine could see the growing worry on her husband's face as she pulled Lia in for another hug. A quick glance his way confirmed that.

"Sweetheart, why don't you go help nana in the kitchen? She's making cookies." The clairvoyant sent a smile her daughter's way, earning a small nod and a frown. But still, she obeyed and went to find the grandmother.

Lorraine waited for the door to close before turning to face her husband eyes filled with sorrow.

"She knew," Ed understood what she meant by that sentence alone, it was no doubt that Lia was old and smart enough to figure that out. "We can't keep doing this to her."

"She'll think we don't trust her."

"Sometimes it is better to keep things from her, it's for her own safety." Ed watched as his wife sighed and stare off to space, deep in her own thoughts.

"By the way, Drew told me he'll be back tomorrow to help us again," He stacked some papers and put them away, he did this to the journals, random parchment, tapes, until he cleared almost half their desk away.

"That's great. . ." Lorraine followed her husband and put away remaining pens, pins, and whatever she could find scattered on her desk. "I'll see what more I can find out about this. I have a feeling that whatever we are dealing with, it's not going to be good."