They had enough. From the moment it began, they had enough.

Too much was going on and it toyed the strings of their daughter's life. Ignoring it was simply blatant, and now it grew into something they couldn't handle no more.

It tested the waters and without warning, it grew into waves. Its goal was to feed upon their fear and risk the faith they have.

The fight they are about to overcome, is much more powerful than the battles they faced in the past. It is only a matter of time.

...

The Warren family kept a cheerful ambience, despite the dread and weariness hanging about in the air. They kept themselves busy, as busy as they have ever been.

Drew visits once in a while, helping the family with equipments and adding some extra company. Georgianna won't be visiting for a week, she had her own plans and problems, helping out a friend with a robbery was one of them.

Their routine was like no other. Normal families don't go about their day on how to cast out an entity or experiencing the unexplainable. Defining normal in the Warren household wasn't at all right.

In fact, the Warrens were the type that you would encounter on a television show or even read about in books, magazines, and even tabloids. Though, all of these they had already done. News after news about paranormal hauntings scour through whenever their names are present.

Father Gordon had just left from yet another blessing, praying for the family to be kept safe and end this horrible threat.

And as for the daughter, to say that she is doing well was an understatement. She seemed all too well, fine even. She coped just alright for the parents not to worry much, but throughout she kept quiet still.

Not a hum, not a chatter, nothing. Silent like a thief in the night, only subtle nods and gentle shakes make out of the child---nevertheless the occurring call for her mother.

The day wasn't at all hot and stuffy, nor was it cold and sick. It almost felt peaceful. . .too peaceful. Outside, the clouds swirled until the sun no longer shone, the air felt damp and the wind grew careless.

Inside, a soft hum of a radio can be heard. Through the living room it flows, filling in until every corner bounced off a melody, bringing an aura of safety. The Chordettes' harmonies rang everywhere, bringing a soft, faint smile to the clairvoyant's lips.

How she remembered the day her and Ed met. The song itself didn't play, but the year it brought was like a dagger to Lorraine's heart. It was buried deep, she still remembered how they danced in the veranda, the moon glowering and the rain pouring from all around.

It felt like straight out of a fairytale.

Her smile turned into a frown, the thought of losing him was enough to bring clouds of darkness from the very pit of her stomach.

Shrugging, she brought the rim towards her mouth, blowing off the heat before a rush of hot, bitter brew hit the back of her throat. She grimaced before relaxing once more, leaning on their doorframe and staring out into their back garden.

She left her desk for a moment, see the world awhile. She had forgotten how beautiful it was, the times she had her eyes on written paper and nothing but paper made her miserable.

Clutching the mug carefully, her grip held the cup's weight with ease. Birds happily chirping reached her ears and a clear of a throat made her turn around.

Ed stood beside her, kissing her temple and accompanied the woman for awhile. His gaze scour over the flower bushes, Winston's coop, and the cloudy sky.

He then focused his gaze on his wife and smiled. "You okay? You look tired. . ."

He pushed back a stray strand of hair behind her ear and watched her sigh, "Yeah. . .well, I am."

"How's the research so far?"

"Not that easy as I thought," Her back now against the frame, facing her husband with droopy eyes, "We are close. So close. Yet so far on what we're doing. . ." She whispered the last part, eyes fixated on him.

"It's only a matter of time. . ." Sipping the last bit of coffee, they both stepped inside and went back on what they were doing.

...

The house was quiet. It was quiet with nothing but Ed's footsteps echoing throughout the residence. Lorraine took her daughter out for icecream, leaving Ed alone with keeping the house intact.

It was some time in the late afternoon, the sun shining one last time before half of it decides to disappear in the horizon.

Ed fumbled with the radio, switching channels until finally settling with a soft violin orchestra. He made sure Winston was back at his own coop, checking the museum if it was bolted, and casually strolling around the house.

He had nothing else to do but to sit back and grab the newspaper to distract himself. His fingers lightly grazed on the printed letters before either smiling amusingly or brows furrowing at something absurd.

However, he can't help but feel a crawling sensation down his stomach. He felt like moths fluttered in his belly and not butterflies, and he swore he saw something shift from the corner of his eye.

Something was wrong. He began to sweat, eyes now darting everywhere but on the newspaper he's reading.

He flinched when the front door made a bang, he could feel his chest exploding. "Honey? Is that you?"

He felt no better when no one replied. His heart practically was racing against his chest, it sounded like a hammer against cloth. By now the radio battled to stay to one channel, it was picking up multiple frequencies at ones until it no longer can't and remained quiet.

Without those melodies, the house truly went dead. The silence was so loud that it would no doubt make your ears bleed.

That didn't stop him from standing up and investigating. Despite his conscience telling him to run, cower in fear. . .his curiosity got the better of him.

Noises doesn't just come from nowhere. It certainly doesn't come in anytime and especially when you're alone.

The demonologist clutched his cross tight, his fingers lightly trembling. His lips parted into a silent prayer as he lifted his cross necklace to each and every direction, casting out what his eyes couldn't see.

He kept chanting quiet whispers of prayer, taking note at the sudden change in atmosphere.

It was a relief when Lorraine came through their front door, the smile on her face soon turned into worry.

She could see something has happened. She approached him with questioning eyes, settling her child down on their couch and immediately focused her attention on him

"What happened?"

"It was here. . ."

From the corner, Lia watched her parents exchange looks. Whatever it was must be bad, not one good thing has happened since then.

Decorating her lips with a distant smile, she mustered up the courage to give her father his treat. It was enough of a distraction to bring a grin on each of their faces.

For a brief moment, they were enjoying this. They felt like a normal family, like everything had been just fine and that there was nothing to worry about.

But deep down, they knew the time was coming, the time where they have to face something no human can bare.

That moment where time stops and the dark swallows you whole.

"Ed. . ." Her voice came in a hushed whisper, "I'm afraid the moment we agonize is close. I can feel it. . ."

"Like it's just around the corner."

And at moment. Everything went dark.