<div style="text-align: justify;">Josephine took a deep breath when she approached the homeowner. Poor lady, she could relate, as she had picked up activity in her own home and been terrified before she got used to it. Not everyone had her skills, though, so she couldn’t blame the poor woman and her children for being terrified.<br/><br/>The woman looked at the three people before her and felt a little bit more at ease. They seemed like good people. How much they could help her was to be seen, but she felt that she could trust them to at least try. “Marissa Parker, pleasure”, the woman introduced herself. <br/><br/>She took a look at the house and explained herself quietly. “It started out with my kids. My daughter Sarah, she’s eight, started saying she was scared of her bedroom. I have moved her into another one and it got better. My son, Benjamin, is eleven, and he never had problems in his room, but he said he heard things from his sister’s former room, as though someone was crying in there. They never really saw anything, neither did I. I feel uncomfortable as well, and there are some shadows I can see… I just need to know what is going on, and that we are not going crazy”, she murmured with a sigh.<br/><br/>Josephine sighed as well and took the woman’s hand. “I’m very sorry this is going on”, she murmured quietly. “We will do our very best to help you out, but I ask that you leave before we start. I don’t want you to be around in case something happens”.<br/><br/>The woman seemed a little hesitant, but she nodded and handed over a set of keys. “Very well”. She looked at the three of them. “Please, let me know if anything at all happens”, she pleaded, before going back to her car.<br/><br/>Josephine shook her head. She wasn’t really happy with what she had heard, but it was better to get in the house. “Well…”, she murmured, obviously tense, “let us get in and see what we can pick up”, Josie completed, placing the key in the lock.<br/><br/>Opening the door, she stopped dead on her tracks before even coming in, having to place her hand on the door to prevent it from closing itself on her face. “Looks like we’re not welcome”, the girl murmured. “Jean, are you ready for some hostility?”, she asked, wanting to make sure they would be relatively safe.</div>