NOLAN
It was time to walk into the Rock's residence. They kept a simple but well-decorated bungalow. A lawn that was well-kept but showed signs that people lived there. Even from the outside, there was something bubbly about the place, something that appeared so bright that not even the darkness of the night could take away from it.
"We don't want you to feel threatened or not at peace," Naire said, already dreading the fact that she was going to say exactly the same words she had said in so many households already.
Emily's Aunt, her sister Rachel, and a cat were the people we saw. As Naire spoke and others tested them with the crystals, the Aunt stared at me, she didn't blink, she didn't budge. And this might come as a shock to you, as it did to me, but it wasn't hate I saw in her eyes
