Send the email now

Breathlessly, Micah sits at the breakfast bar and opens his laptop again. Loading up his email client, he takes a deep breath and begins to type.

"Dear Lorraine,

I'm sorry for emailing out of the blue, but my girlfriend and I were wondering if you might be able to help us?

Katie has been plagued, she says, since childhood by weird occurrences, which she will be able to give more information about, but since we moved into our most recent house, things have got worse. Items moving, bruises and welts appearing across her body mysteriously, noises throughout the night, strange smells...

I know that there could be a natural explanation, but we both feel 'something' here. We feel as if we're being watched, all the time. Not to mention last night's footage we captured, with the cameras we've set up to record the strange happenings.

We have money. Whatever you might require, please let us know.

If this works for you, and you're interested in the case, I can send our address in the return email.

Yours,

Micah Sloat"

He clicked send, and hoped for the best. If someone could help, Lorraine Warren and her years of experience would be the ideal first choice.

The shower still roaring above, he grabbed himself a beer, opened it, and had quickly downed it.