Running Up That Hill

chapter one

You know kids have normal upcomings in the world, they come from happy households with parents who love them and want them to have everything to be happy and loved.

Not me, I was born into a cult who worshipped Satan himself and his disciples. The name Valak will haunt my life forever.

My birth parents calculated it for me to be born under a blood moon and it worked...kinda, I died for 5 minutes when being born which gave me my gifts.

I, Dakota, was born a psychic empath with powerful psychic abilities. I can see peoples memories and read energies just by a touch of my hands, I have to wear gloves to protect myself, my gifts have made me sensitive for everything and everyone.

When my eighth birthday came, my parents died to a ritual being performed that unleashed something into the world, the entity having yellow eyes and a pale face.

I have no idea why they wanted it here but it attached itself to this earth now.

Rumors are it took form into a nun, ironic.

I was put into a the system of foster care but no home would last because of my gifts, nobody understood them until I met the Warren's.

Ed and Lorraine took me in and adopted me. They were what people called demonologists, they stop entities or ghosts and help people. I never knew if I would be ready to open that door to helping them.

That's until I met Asher, the boy who turned my world upside down.

Asher Wilson is a medium, I met him when I was working a corner store. He was the first guy I could touch and it wouldn't give me any visions.

He became the safest place on earth for me and someone who understood me and the Warren's.

I fell fast and hard, until the accident with his family hit. His father murdered Asher's mother and siblings one night never knowing why.

We're both 22 now and we became demonologists with my parents, Ed and Lorraine. We made promise to never let people endure what we went through.

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Annabelle Case, 1968

"It scares me just thinking about it, when you hear it you're gonna think we're insane."

"Try us, start from the beginning". Ed reassures Debbie.
   
Three separate people sat on the couch across from my parents as Asher and I stood behind them listening to the story.

Asher leaned forward a bit pressing the record button on the recorder that was set on the table next to the couch as Ed held the microphone.

"It started out small, her head was moved, her arm would be in a different place". Debbie explained.

The girls contacted the church to contact us about a doll that sat on the chair in the living room. It looked run downed and old, the glass eye was cracked along with the dingy look on its porcelain features, to add to it, the doll had on a white dress with red trim and red ginger hair that was braided into pigtails.

I rubbed my gloved hands together, then looking down at the satin material. My mom bought me these when she first adopted me. Lorraine always said I was special and I was in fact.

Just stepping into this apartment made the hair on the back of my neck stand up and what Asher told me when we entered this apartment was worse.