Haunted Hearts
Warnings: Paranormal investigation inaccuracies, semi-rural living inaccuracies, demonic haunting inaccuracies, Catholic church inaccuracies (i was previously religious and am not now), Haunting inaccuracies, let me know if I miss any!
After the table was cleared, and everyone was settled into the kitchen chairs, coffee steaming.
"Alright, yesterday we didn’t do the recorded interview, so we’re going to do it now," Ed informs you, pulling out the tape recorder and setting it on the table.
"You ready?" Ed looks at you, met with a nod, and then looks at Lorraine, met with a soft 'yes'. Ed clicks the record button and the tape runs.
“My name is Ed Warren. My wife, Lorraine Warren, is here. It’s March 14th, 1973. I’m sitting with,” he says your name, “who has been experiencing supernatural occurrences.” He moves the mic to face you. “Okay, go ahead.”
“Where should I start?” You ask, your hands wrapped around your warm coffee mug for comfort.
“The beginning," Lorraine gently guides you.
“I guess it happened the first night I was here. Around 3 am, I was woken up by a loud crashing noise. I thought it was a burglar, so I stayed in my room. But when I heard nothing, I went downstairs to look at what was broken and I found all of my dishes shattered and arranged into a star."
“And what did you do after that?” Ed asks, his voice gentle and low.
“I went around with a flashlight, turned on all the lights, and checked the windows in case someone broke in. There was no sign that anyone broke in. That morning, I went to the Father of the local church, and asked him to put a blessing on the house.”
“He put a blessing on the house?” Ed double-checks, leaning forward.
“Yes.”
“That must have expedited the spirit’s anger…” Lorraine mutters to Ed, worry on her face.
“What happened after that?” Ed looks at you with furrowed brows.
“That night was good. No sounds, nothing broken. The next day, I found my coffee cup across the room from where I left it. Things were just… misplaced. My book would be open when I left it closed. The couch had even moved about 5 inches to the right one day. Just little annoyances," You describe, now visibly worried at Lorraine's words.
“I’m assuming it progressed? Worsened?” Ed clears his throat, maintaining professionalism.
You nod, affirming his theory, “Yeah. It was the annoyances for about a week, but then, I came down one morning and found my bookshelf completely empty and the books destroyed on the floor. They had pages torn out, covers ripped, crumpled beyond recognition. It wasn’t just that either. It was random acts of… almost vandalism, I guess. It was just destruction. Things would randomly break. I’d find metal cutlery bent, and more cups shattered on the ground. But they weren’t arranged.”
“Had you thought about that you have had someone breaking in?” Lorraine quietly asks you.
“I had my locks changed multiple times, and consistently checked for broken locks on the windows. There were no indications that someone broke in," You reassure, knowing that the mundane is what is looked at first.
“That’s smart," Ed reassures you, one of his hands coming up to caress your hand, "Did it get worse? That’s typically around the time people ask for help.”
You blush, a flush from the neck up, and clear your throat, pulling yourself together, “I had already had a conversation with the Father. He told me to pray over the house. The next time I spoke to him, it had escalated to targeted violence. A cabinet door swung open and hit me on the head, which knocked me out. That’s when I went back to the priest, and he said that he’d call someone. I assume that is you.”
“You were right to go back to the Father," Lorraine nods, noting Ed's behavior, her heart rate picking up.
“You said that he said he’d ‘call someone’?” Ed starts to look frustrated.
“Yes," You nod, looking between the two, noticing the tension building.
“So he didn’t return to put another blessing over the house? At least until we got here?” Lorraine shares Ed's expression.
“No.”
Lorraine and Ed look at each other, share an angry look, and go back to interviewing you. Lorraine puts a hand on Ed’s shoulder, gently rubbing it. He takes a deep breath and looks back at you.
Ed steels his features, “Okay. Lorraine and I will do a further investigation of the house, just to make sure there are spirits here, with our technology man Drew, and a local cop by the name of Brian Pinn," and he presses the stop button on the recording tape.
Author's Cup of Tea: I'm not gonna lie, I'm sick while writing this and literally could not think past the interview, so we'll do that NEXT CHAPTER! Have a great day/night!
Not edited, we die like men.
Edit: I edited it. Added a space.
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