#the demonologist

[laviniaoftheangels]

"The Demonologist. The extraordinary career of Ed & Lorraine Warren" by Gerald Brittle

[mycatshuman]

The Demonologists

Chapter 2

Previous chapters

Warnings: supernatural things, I think that's it, let me know if I missed any.

Pairings: Logicality, Prinxiety

Word count: 2, 683

Thanks again to @civilsounds17 for beta reading this for me! You're amazing!💚💚💚

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Inside the old farmhouse, everyone was asleep as the clocks chimed three. At the bottom of the stairs, the old grandfather clock ticked away ominously, as if something not quite right was coming. It continued to tick until it hit 3:07 and then it stopped. Not a sound coming from the old clock just an unnerving silence that seemed to hint at impending doom.

Upstairs, in the twins’ room, Jericho felt something pull his foot in his sleep, causing him to jerk awake. He yanked his foot underneath the covers as he groaned. “It's not funny, Apollo.”

“What?” Apollo asked sleepily as he shifted in his bed, the house still eerily cold.

“Stop grabbing my foot!”

Apollo frowned as he pulled the covers tighter against himself. “Shut up! I didn't touch your foot!”

“Yeah right,” Jericho mumbled as he turned over. “And stop farting, it stinks.”

Apollo rolled his eyes as he felt sleep pull at his consciousness. “Don't blame it on me,” he yawned. “It's probably you.”

Downstairs, the static of the t.v. bounced off the walls of the living room before a thudding woke Logan who had fallen asleep at his desk. He stood up and glanced around as he turned the t.v. off. Making his way into the hallway, he glanced down the hall and watched as the door at the end of the hall slowly creak open, the sound sending chills down his spine. He walked quickly to the doorway and saw nobody. Nothing out of the ordinary here. However, he did notice that the one window in the kitchen was open, blowing the curtains slightly. The logical man concluded that the wind was the reason as to why the door moved, his sleep-riddled brain not even thinking it weird that the door had opened against the wind.

The thudding sounded again, causing Logan's head to jerk up. The sound thudded throughout the house, the source seeming to come from upstairs. Logan quickly moved to the bottom of the stairs. When he whipped around the railing to go upstairs, he looked up to see Elliot on the stairs and stopped. “Dad?” They whispered groggily.

Logan frowned. “Elliot? What are doing out of bed? And do you know what that sound is?”

Elliot rubbed their eyes as they yawned. “It's Kai, they're in my room. They're sleeping walking again.”

Logan frowned. “Again?” As Elliot nodded, the two made their way up the stairs and into the younger's room to find Kai standing in front if the wardrobe and banging their head against the doors, creating the thumping noise from earlier.

“I've never seen them do this,” Elliot explained as Logan moved over to Kai and placed his hand in front of their forehead to stop them from continuing to bang it on the doors. “I remember you telling us not to wake them if they're like this.”

Logan nodded as he slowly guided the child away from the wardrobe. “Yeah. You just gotta put them back to bed.” Logan moved Kai out of the room as Elliot watched on. “They'll be okay. Good night, Elliot.”

“Night,” Elliot called before shutting their door and climbing back into bed, a little unnerved about the strange encounter.

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Patton frowned as he filled the bathtub with warm water. “Kai's sleepwalking again? It's been a while.”

Logan nodded as he got ready to go to work. It was still early enough that the sun wasn't up yet, the two having a bit of time to themselves before Logan left and Patton had to get the kids up for school. “Yeah, they ended up in Elliot's room. It kinda freaked them out.”

Patton frowned as he turned off the faucet and felt the water to make sure it was warm enough. “That's not good. What do you think we are going to do?”

Logan went to answer as Patton pulled off his shirt, getting ready to soak in the tub for a little before starting breakfast. “I don't-” he stopped as he noticed a bruise on his husband's arm. “Oh no, hun, you've got another bruise.” He lightly placed his fingertips on the skin as he Patton moved his head to look at the arm with a frown. “Does it hurt?”  

Patton shook his head as he examined the discolored skin. “This is weird.”

Logan nodded as he adjusted his glasses. “Yeah. I suggest going to the doctor's and seeing if they have any more knowledge on it.”

Patton sighed but nodded. “Alright. Drive safe.”

Logan pressed a kiss to Patton's lips. “I will. I love you, more than there are stars in the sky.”

“I love you more than there are animals in the world.” And with that, Logan left and Patton got in the tub for a few minutes before he had to start breakfast.

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“Love you! Bye!” Patton called as most of his children ran to get on the bus, leaving him with only the youngest, Dante. Patton smiled as he turned and walked back inside to go find the little one. He pulled on his cardigan, shivering slightly. He heard Dante's voice ring out from upstairs.

Patton smiled. He had the whole day to be able to spend with his youngest before his work vacation was over.

He climbed up the stairs, following the little voice to his room where he glanced in and saw Dante sitting as his little set of table and chairs. “Yeah, I miss my old friends a lot. But you're my friend, right?” Patton furrowed his eyebrows, watching as his son interacted what must have been an imaginary friend.

“Who are you talking to?” Patton asked as he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

“Rory,” Dante answered as he watched Patton walk into the room with a smile.

“Rory?”

“She's my new friend!” Dante explained as he smiled brightly.

“Oh really?” Patton asked as Dante nodded excitedly.

“Yeah! Do you wanna see her!”

“Sure, kiddo! How?” Patton asked, excited that his son wanted to introduce him to his imaginary friend. Dante patted one of his chairs and gestured for Patton to sit down. Patton sat down as his son handed him a small music box with a circular mirror in the lid.

“With this,” Dante explained. “When the music stops you see her standing behind you in the mirror. But you have to twist the key.”

“Okay,” Patton turned the key and the music began to play. It was a slow and slightly creepy tune. Patton watched as the mirror spun around slowly as he waited for the music to stop. It stopped and he inspected the mirror with a frown and not seeing anything. He turned to Dante. “Well, I guess Rory doesn't wanna see me,” he told his son. In all honesty, he's glad he didn't see anything. It would've frightened him. He was already a little unsettled that Dante seemed had found this music box that involved a ritual type thing to see his new friend. Almost like summoning. But the bubbly man pushed down his fears.

“Oh, well,” Dante shrugged before getting excited. “Can we play hide and clap?”

Patton watched as Dante jumped up and down beside him. He giggled. “Of course, honey.” Dante squeals excitedly before grabbing the blindfold and tying it around Patton's eyes after he takes his glasses off.

“Remember, you get to ask me for three claps.”

Patton giggled as Dante tied the blindfold and stepped back. He began spinning as he counted. “One. Two. Three.”

“I'm gonna go hide now!” Dante called as he raced out of the room to hide.

“Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.” Patton stopped spinning as he attempted to catch his bearings. “First clap!” A clap sounded from a distance and Patron carefully moved forward as he put his hands out in front of him. Once out in the hallway, he called out for the second clap. “Second clap.” Patton smiled as he heard one from the room next to him. He carefully made his way inside. “Dante…I know where you're hiding.” Behind Patton, the doors to the wardrobe opened. “Give me the third clap.” A pair of hands pushed out of the clothes and clapped. Patton whirled around with a wide grin. “I'm gonna get you now!” As he slowly made his way to the wardrobe, he caught on to the sound of breathing. “I can hear your breathing.” Patton shoved his hands into the wardrobe in an attempt to touch Dante only to find nothing but limp clothes and wood. He frowned. “Dante?” After searching the whole wardrobe, he ripped off his blindfold and put his glasses on and shoved clothes aside only to find the area empty. “Dante?”

“You took your blindfold off! I win! You weren't even close, Dad! I was in Apollo and Jer-Jericho's room!” Patton jumped and spun around to find Dante bouncing up and down in the doorway to the bedroom. A horrified expression passed across Patton's as he turned back to the wardrobe and searched through it only to find nothing but clothes and the back of the space. It was empty of any living being. Patton closed the doors and turned back to his child.

“...Dante, how would you like to come to the vet with daddy and see the kitty cats?”

Dante smiled as Patton closed the door to the room and turned, picking him up before going down the stairs to the kitchen. “Yeah! Let's go!”

Patton forced a smile on his face as he hurried to get the keys and their coats. He was scared, terrified. He could have sworn he had heard a clap coming from the wardrobe. He wasn't sure, but he was most definitely getting out of the house until Logan came home, or at least the other kids. As Patton and Dante got in the car, the thought came to him that he was overreacting and no one was in the house and it was just all part of his imagination. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Everything is okay. There is nothing in the house. It was just my imagination. I could be having hearing problems. Nothing was there. There was nothing in the closet. It was just my mind playing tricks on me. He opened his eyes and stared at the house intently. He turned to face Dante in the backseat. "Alright, let's go see those kitties."

"Kitties!" Dante cried out happily. Patton smiled fondly before turning the car on and backing out of the driveway. With one last look at the house he pulled out and onto the road on the way to his place of work to spend some times with the kitty cats. And if he saw a fleeting glimpse of something in the upstairs bedroom window, he said nothing of it.

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Patton peered into Logan's study as his husband spoke on the phone. "Of course, sir. I will be sure to do that. Thank you. Have a nice evening." Logan hung up with a weary with as he leaned back in his chair, Patton coming up behind him to wrap his arms loosely around his shoulders as he rested his head next to his.

"When do you have to leave?"

Logan sighed as he rubbed Patton's arms. "Tomorrow. It's a week trip."

Patton closed his eyes and hummed. A week without his husband. It wasn't like this hasn't happened before. But he was still uneasy about the scary event that happened a few weeks ago. And ever since then, he couldn't rid himself of the feeling that someone was watching him as he went about his business. The only reprieve he had of these feelings was when he went to work. And even then, the prospect of returning home to those invisible eyes was hanging over him like a dark cloud. This, he did not say out loud. Instead, "We'll get through it. We always do."

Logan let a small smile grace his lips and he took one of Patton's hands and pressed his lips to it. "We will. Thank you, honey."

Patton smiled softly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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"Stop Apollo," Jericho groaned. "It's not funny anymore. I'm trying to sleep."

"I'm not doing anything." Apollo rolled his eyes as he shifted in bed.

"Stop grabbing my feet."

"I'm not!" Apollo groaned as he rolled over.

Jericho scoffed and pulled the blankets up around his shoulders. Seconds later, the fabric was yanked from his hands. He sat up, ready to tell at his brother when he heard something under his bed. Fear pierced at his heart as he leaned over, looking under the bed only to find it empty. The door creaked. Sitting up, he turned his head towards the open door, light streaming in through the doorway. His eyes fixated on the area behind the door. It was dark. Really dark. And it was black. Blacker than the darkest night sky. It terrified him. "Apollo," he whispered, his lips barely moving as he dared to call for his brother. "Apollo."

Apollo groaned and sat up, covers falling off his shoulder, a cold draft hitting the clothed skin. "What is it Jericho?" He looked at his brother only to find the other frozen in place, his face a mixture of fear and dread. "Jericho?" He followed his brothers line of sight to see him staring at the darkened space behind the door. Frowning, he climbed out of bed and made his way over to the door on bare feet.

"Apollo?" Jericho called. "What are you doing?"

Apollo searched the area as best as he could in the black shadows of the night. Finding nothing, he turned back to his brother. "Are you alright?"

"You don't see it?" He asked, horrified.

A worry line appeared on his forehead as he watched his brother. "See what?" What do you see?"

Jericho gulped. "There's someone behind the door."

Apollo's eyes widened hhysterically. "What?"

"There is someone, standing behind you."

Something cold pricked at Apollo's neck as he froze. Ever so slowly, he turned around. Cautiously shoving his hand forward, he hit nothing but cold, still air. He let out a sigh of relief, silently scolding himself for becoming so worked up. "There's nothing the-" BAM! The door slammed shut, plunging the room into darkness. The two teens screamed.

Footsteps thundered toward the room, the door flying open to find Apollo and Jericho holding onto each other in the corner of the room farthest from the door, their faces white as milk.

Patton rushed to their sides as Logan flipped the light on and glanced around the room. After making sure the children were okay he spoke. "What's going on in here?" Despite his stern voice, there was an underlying tone of worry in his voice.

Patton rubbed his son's backs as they sobbed. After a few minutes they had gotten a hold of themselves enough to talk.

"There was someone in here!" Apollo cried out.

"Behind the door!"

Logan checked behind the door as Patton felt his heart leap into his throat. Someone was in here? It reminded him of his first day in the house alone with Dante. When they were playing hide and go clap.

Logan frowned. "There's nothing in here."

Apollo and Jericho cried out together. "No no no. There was. There was somebody in here!"

"They grabbed my foot and yanked covers and woke me up! I thought it was Apollo but it wasn't!"

Apollo nodded vigorously as His brother talked, tears streaming down their faces.

Patton pressed a kiss to their foreheads. "I'm sure it was just a bad dream, kiddos."

Apollo and Jericho jerked upright. "No! It wasn't! We ran over here when the door slammed shut and it followed!"

"It talked to us!" They choked out. "It says it wants-"

"-our family dead!" They sobbed, finishing each other's sentences. Patton and Logan shared a horrified look as their other children watched from the hallway, a dark cloud of oppression hovered heavily over the family.

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Andrew Pyper

[coyotetube]

Sad News on Good Friday

If you haven't heard, the dear Lorraine Warren has passed away. It happened last night as she slept. She did so much throughout her life, traveling all over the world and helping so many people. I had the pleasure of meeting this sweet lady in 2015 and sensed nothing but goodness from her. I know that she will never be forgotten and is assuredly happy, reunited with Ed.

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The Demonologist - Andrew Pyper (DarkSide Books) | @plutaoxstr

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The Demonologist

Just finished reading it.

It's the first book I've finished reading in a long time.

[trechospordia]

"Algumas vezes as pessoas fecham a porta porque estão tentando encontrar uma maneira de fazer você bater nela". 

- O Demonologista. PYPER, Andrew.

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