vox mortem; the conjuring

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"Is everything ready?" 

After merely a few days, it has become a routine. Gathering in Theodore's room with only a container of salt, a vial of holy water, a piece of paper and a camera next to Drew. The blinds were closed against the warm sun of the summer afternoon, and the gathered people waited patiently as Jane surrounded herself with the circle or salt.

"Yeah. Drew's got the paper, Lorraine has the water.", Ed responded, sitting upright and prepared on his usual spot by Jane's left side. It has been subconsciously settled for the man to begin and end the sessions, and while the spirits have not once disobeyed during the last conversations, his questions were answered in more detail and enthusiasm than any questions coming from someone else.

Absently nodding, Jane placed the salt container behind her, before turning to the front and rubbing her hands together. Once again she let her eyes wander over the present people, a gesture she had started doing almost instinctively, making sure one last time they were seated safely and untouched.

"Let's begin, then."

"Wait."

Lorraine's call came before the girl managed to close her eyes. It seemed as though everyone's attention snapped to the woman in the same split second, and the uncomfortable shudder running through Jane's body indicated the spirits' displeasure at the sudden interruption. She, too, glanced at Lorraine, only to see that the woman's eyes were already fixed on her. She could swear there was a hint of fear in them.

"Something's different."

Yet another shudder ran down her spine at Lorraine's words. It seemed that the cold was getting worse the longer they drew out the session, but no one dared to question Lorraine's statement still.

"What do you mean, honey?" Ed asked, visibly worried at his wife's sudden change of demeanour. She seemed distressed about something she could not even describe herself, and Ed knew well enough than to brush it off. But Lorraine could only shake her head.

"I- I don't know... something negative... a negative presence." Lorraine's eyes seemed almost pleading as she met Jane's gaze. "We shouldn't do the session-"

"We have to." The girl was firm to interrupt, trying to get her increasingly trembling body under control. They were impatient, and they were persistent. "We set it up, we can't ignore them now. They will revolt."

It seemed that only now, the present people realised the graveness of what they had become a part of.

Sensing the sudden discomfort in the room, Jane sighed leaning forwards, carelessly motioning towards the door. She, too, was becoming impatient with the presence looming behind her. "You don't have to all be present for this. But at least one person has to stay and speak to them."

No one dared to move, however. Jane bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from speaking the comment on the tip of her tongue out loud.

"Whatever. I'm starting."

"Jane-"

But the girl had put up a hand to demand silence, closing her eyes. Despite not being fond of opening her body as a vessel, she knew that it was now required to ensure a stronger safety measure for the residents of the house. They had still so much to lose after all - and her scars were already there anyways. The girl let her wards down. She embraced the spirit with open arms.

The others had seen it multiple times; and yet it was impossible to not flinch as Jane's body went rigid and her breathing shallow. Lorraine was seated with a hand covering her mouth and a worried crease in her forehead, Ed letting his eyes wander from her to Jane and back. The woman was always tense during the sessions, but from her behaviour it was evident that this session in particular was building up to be heavier than all others. Ed felt himself becoming nervous - a feeling over which fascination had always won before.