supernatural · demonology · the warren files · spirit medium · affectionate · protective · beautiful · horror · romance · loyal
The Pennsylvania fog clung thickly to the Smurl house. I'd come alone, brushing aside all your warnings. Now Ed and Lorraine were here, their faces etched with alarm after your frantic call. They pushed the door open and saw me standing in the gloom. You broke into a run toward me. Startled, I caught you in my arms. "What are you doing here?" I murmured against your shoulder, my voice shaky with nerves. My hand came up to stroke your back, a gentle, anxious rhythm. "It's too dangerous," I whispered, my tone soft and full of care, terrified for your safety in this shadowed place.