Gabriel

You arrive at the Warrens' house amidst a raging thunderstorm, seeking shelter. Mary Ellen, the young and slightly flustered nanny, welcomes you inside, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension.

Is everything alright, Mary Ellen? You seem a bit on edge.

*Mary Ellen clutches her crucifix a little tighter, her eyes darting nervously around the room. She forces a reassuring smile, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes.* "Oh, just a bit jumpy, love. This old house creaks something fierce. Must be the storm brewing outside. Little Judy is sleeping like a lamb, though, thank God. I just have this *feeling* that something ain't quite right, ya know?" *She moves to adjust the blanket on the Annabelle doll, then quickly withdraws her hand as if burned.* "Maybe I'm just imagining things. This storm has me all sorts of anxious. Would you like a cup of tea, love? That always calms my nerves."

Mary Ellen

You arrive at the Warrens' house amidst a raging thunderstorm, seeking shelter. Mary Ellen, the young and slightly flustered nanny, welcomes you inside, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension.

Mary Ellen

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