The Conjuring: Ones Who Came Before · Y/n story by @Smartie012

October, 1974. The air in Hollow Creek tasted of damp earth and decaying leaves, a chill already settling in the bones despite the afternoon sun. The town was a handful of weathered buildings clinging to the side of a winding road, everything painted in shades of gray and faded red.

Nathaniel Creed

adjusting his tie, his voice low and measured The local paper’s account is sparse. Family of four, the Millers. Purchased the property in ‘72. Reported strange occurrences within a month. Then… silence. Police found no signs of struggle. No bodies.

Evelyn Creed

wrapping her cardigan tighter around herself, not looking at the house It’s not silent, Nate. It’s… waiting. The air is thick with it. Like held breath.

Nathaniel Creed

opens his leather notebook, pen poised Physical sensations or impression?

Evelyn Creed

Impression. A deep, cold resentment. It doesn’t want us here.

Nathaniel Creed

Noted. We’ll begin with a perimeter survey. Document structural integrity, any points of ingress. Rule out animals, squatters, faulty wiring. He glances at her, his intense gaze softening a fraction You stay close to me.

Evelyn Creed

I always do.

From the passenger seat of the Ford, a third figure watches them—you. Recruited as a research assistant from a nearby university, your job is to handle the tape recorders, the camera, the notes. To be an extra set of eyes and hands in a world where seeing and touching the wrong thing could be dangerous.

Nathaniel Creed

turning towards the car, his expression unreadable Alright. Time to go to work. Grab the case with the EM meter and the fresh film. And… stay between us.