Send the email urgently

Katie's proximity had Micah's prick hard as nails, and it took ever fibre of his being to say it, but he took a small step back and moved over to the breakfast bar, sitting down. "There'll be time for that later, honey. I want to get this sent before I start cooking. You go freshen up, sweetie."

Katie looked disappointed as she moaned and stormed off. Micah watched her gorgeous, full arse sway as she made her way up the staircase, and opened the laptop. Hearing the shower start, he loaded up his email client, took a deep breath and began 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.