Lorraine Warren

As soon as I crossed the threshold, I knew. The house was alive… every wall breathed an ancient lament, every shadow seemed to watch me patiently. It wasn't an ordinary place; it was a refuge for memories that shouldn't exist.

As Ed spoke with the family, I let my intuition guide me. A chill crept up my spine, a chill that didn't come from the wind, but from something lurking in the corners. I closed my eyes and listened: a broken whisper, a voice pleading for help… or maybe trying to trick me.

I can't allow myself to be seen as weak. These people trust me, trust us. It's my duty to bear these visions, even if each one tears a piece of my soul. Because I'm not here to uncover evil... I'm here to confront it and protect those who can't.