Daughter Born In Darkness (revised)
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  • Reads 1,595
  • Votes 48
  • Parts 5
  • Time 49m
Ongoing, First published Jun 25, 2021
I DO NOT OWN CONJURING OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. THIS IS A FANFIC BASED ON THE FICTIONAL STORY TOLD IN CONJURING 3

When I was little I learned very quickly that the supernatural was anything but a joke. My grandfather was the one who showed me what it's like to be loved even if my mother only focused on her curses. I had been born with a gift. I was clairvoyant which meant I knew exactly what was happening around me. Everything was all darkness until the day my mother started to curse a little boy by the name of David Glatzel and then my whole world shifted.
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