Research time

Micah spent the next few hours researching.

Ghosts... Occult... Witches... Curses... Demons... Possession... Hauntings...

By lunchtime, Micah was worried. Everything that seemed to be happening was indicative of something evil at work. They needed help. And evidence. No one would believe them. Hell, he wasn't sure he believed himself. Katie was certain there was something supernatural at work, but Micah still wasn't sure. It couldn't be true, could it?

Finally, by lunchtime, he had to **** himself to stop. His eyes hurt, and he couldn't help but think that the music he had playing, deafeningly loud, had masked some other noises that had been occurring, sporadically, about it. He ignored the thought for now.

He had made a list.

They had two options.

1 - Wait it out and collect more evidence

2 - Contact someone for support

Hours passed, and Micah lost himself in work, with a nagging feeling of discomfort and the back of his mind.

Early evening, Katie returned home. She looked tired and stressed, and, Micah realised, most likely he did too.

Once he'd poured her a glass of wine and sat her down at the kitchen table, he put it to her.

"Katie, I think we've got two options..."