The Roger Family nodded, touched, and moved aside, while Lorraine continued to smile, introducing the next person.
"Father York, this is Officer Brad. He's here because of his duty, wanting to witness the situation."
Brad, the most muscular of the two men, looked at the even more muscular Father before him, a hint of awe in his eyes. He stepped forward, extended his hand, and introduced himself in detail.
"Hello, Father, my name is Brad Hamilton, with the Harrisville Police Department in Rhode Island. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Even the police had arrived. York raised an eyebrow slightly and shook his hand.
"Hello, Officer."
Watching the two quickly separate, Lorraine continued to introduce the last, more slender young man, smiling.
"This is Drew, Ed and my assistant."
Drew also automatically stepped forward, dutifully extending his hand.
"Hello, Father, if you need any tools, please let me know."
As before, York again reached out and shook his hand, nodding calmly.
"Yes, I will."
At this moment, everyone had been introduced, and Ed had also moved all the large and small bags from the back seat to the ground.
"Father, all these things are for what?"
"My exorcism tools," York turned his head and said calmly.
"I need to talk to Lorraine first. Ed, could you please move these things inside?"
Ed glanced at the smiling Lorraine, then helplessly spread his hands.
"Gladly, my Father."
With that, he gave a look to his assistant, Drew, who immediately understood and went over to help.
Having found free labor, York walked past everyone, scanning the surroundings again. If there were no evil spirits, the environment here would be good: a solitary house in front of a large open space connected to a big lake.
The climate was pleasant and quiet, truly suitable for a family to live in.
Besides this, by the big lake, there was also a large tree as thick as two people embracing, but the situation above made him narrow his eyes slightly.
"Lorraine, come on, tell me about the situation here."
York said, not entering the house, but instead walked towards the big tree by the lake.
Seeing the direction the Father was heading, Lorraine's brows subconsciously furrowed then relaxed. Under everyone's gaze, she followed York's footsteps.
"Mr. Ed, why do I feel like there's a gun in this backpack?" Drew whispered to Ed, who was watching the two walk away.
Ed retracted his gaze and, like Drew, picked up a heavy backpack, responding casually.
"Father York's method of exorcism is a bit special. You'll find out tonight."
With that, Ed, carrying the backpack, began to usher everyone into the house.
"Lorraine, what have you seen recently…"
York deliberately walked to the base of the big tree, looking up with calm eyes.
Lorraine also looked up, recalling the scene she had first witnessed upon arriving. She did not hide anything as she had before, knowing that the Father could also see it.
"Father, a corpse with extreme resentment, and Ms. Carolyn also has it, including the children…"
York quietly looked at the willow branches, remaining silent.
Lorraine was not wrong. Leaving Carolyn aside for now, in his sight, a corpse in a white nightgown, emitting an ominous aura, was hanging from the branches above, swaying back and forth, its disheveled hair looking somewhat terrifying.
These were residual traces formed by resentment, and with such deep resentment, this must be the origin of the evil spirit.
"Tell me the story behind it," York said calmly.
As paranormal investigators, The Warrens' methods were naturally up-to-date, leaning towards physical approaches like his, meaning they would use various tools such as infrared cameras, thermal cameras, and voice recorders to verify the reality of the paranormal.
In addition to this, if the paranormal event was real, they would focus on tracing the source and truth behind the evil spirit to avoid triggering large-scale paranormal events that could cause a chain reaction.
York believed that before he arrived, The Warrens had already investigated the cause and effect, otherwise they would not have applied for an exorcism permit.
Lorraine took a deep breath and began to tell the Father the information she had uncovered.
"…"
"In 1863, a man named Jedson established a farm here. His wife, Bathsheba, was a witch and a descendant of Mary Eastey, who was unjustly killed in the Salem witch trials."
"So because of this incident, Bathsheba abandoned God and converted to Satan. To prove her resolve, she sacrificed her seven-day-old flesh and blood by the fireplace. Finally, she climbed the big tree by the lake and, before dying, cursed everyone who tried to take her land."
At this point, Lorraine paused, then continued.
"Besides this, there are some other things that are probably related."
Understanding who the owner of the corpse was, York looked at Lorraine and said,
"Tell me."
Lorraine nodded and recounted.
"In 1930, a mother and child moved in, but soon after, the child mysteriously disappeared in the woods here, and the mother died in the house's basement."
"Later, this farm was divided and sold. One child drowned in a nearby pond, and a servant working nearby also died mysteriously in the house."
"…"
Hearing this, York made the sign of the cross, murmured "Amen," and began to walk back.
"All the deaths here are related to Bathsheba's curse. To prevent things from getting worse, we must eradicate the source and expel this evil spirit named Bathsheba."
Lorraine quickly followed, "Father, only Bathsheba?"
In her eyes, there were at least several other evil spirits in this house: Kate, who had appeared, and the mother who had not appeared, the servant who died in the house, and the child who drowned in the pond.
York's expression remained unchanged. The evil aura constantly lingering on the hostess, Carolyn, was not one but two.
One contained extreme malice, while the other was ordinary. This meant that there were two evil spirits that had appeared around Carolyn.
"Let's see the situation first."
York subconsciously glanced at the sky. It was currently afternoon, and the optimal time for evil spirits to appear, which was night, was approaching… Entering the house with Lorraine, five adults and five girls were gathered on the living room sofa.
And a makeshift bed was laid out in front of the sofa, clearly indicating they had all slept in the living room last night.
York scanned the layout of the house and subconsciously held his breath. Compared to the fiery, molten smell of demons, evil spirits had a cold, rotting smell, very unpleasant.
At the same time, this house, in his eyes, was filled with dark, cold resentment, with residual resentful energy drifting in all directions.
The residual resentful energy varied in size, indicating that there was indeed more than one evil spirit in this house.
Looking at The Roger Family, York's gaze held some pity. He could imagine how loud the disturbances were at night, and how terrified they must have been… Was there anyone.