Hello!
Just some little things in the beginning:
I used the film made in 2013, "The Conjuring" as my reference and in the first chapter it is very much like the film.
I do not know yet if this will remain like that, especially since some things will change with all the Hetalia characters.
I hope you enjoy it and i am always glad for constructive critique ^^
Norway - Lukas Normann
Denmark - Mathias Normann
Belarus - Natalya
Ukraine - Katyusha
Names that appear in chapters will always be listed at the beginning.
„It scares us just thinking about it. When you hear it you're gonna think we are insane!" says a woman with long, platinum hair. Her violet blue eyes are filled with concern and her voice is begging for somebody to believe her. She is sitting on a sofa with two others: a large chested woman, her short hair as blonde as the hair of her neighbor, nodding to what her sister said. The third person is a large guy with a big nose. He would resemble a big bear and he has got a scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. All three are expressing in their own way their fear of what they saw and witnessed.
"Try us. Please, from the start" bids the man sitting in front of the trio on another sofa with a cool and collected voice.
A recorder gets started with a click.
The same woman begins after taking a deep breath: "It started off small. Like a hand or a leg was in a different position. And its head was looking up instead of down. Then one day it was in a completely different room. It's moving around by itself…"
The man's voice interrupts her: "Did you ever think that maybe somebody had a key to your apartment and was just playing a trick on you?"
The same woman continues the other looking frightened and the man on the far left glares down at the floor. "It's exactly what we thought. But… Never once did we find any sign or evidence of intrusion!"
A new voice rises, stemming from a slightly smaller man than the first one but with a surprisingly deep voice: "And this all let you to believe that the doll was possessed?"
The woman nods. "Yes." She looks at her sister for confirmation, the glaring man still not moving an inch.
She turns again to the two men in front of her who are still listening closely: "Katyusha got in touch with a medium. We learned from her that a seven year old girl named Annabelle Higgins had died in this apartment. She was lonely and took a liking to my doll. All she wanted was to be friends."
For the first time the woman in the middle, Katyusha, begins to explain switching between hand gestures and fumbling with her fingers. "When we heard this we felt really sorry for her. I mean we are nurses, we help people!" She takes a deep breath before adding: "So… we gave her permission to move into the doll."
The larger man leans forward, leaning his muscular arms on his knees: "Wait. You did what?!" His clear blue eyes switch between the sisters, trying to understand them.
"She wanted to live with us by inhabiting the doll! We said yes" explained the short haired with an almost whiny voice.
"But then things got worse" Her sister continues her story, her voice getting deep and her eyes express fear and hate at the same time.
It was late, Katyusha and Natalya were returning to their apartment after a long night with friends. Both drank quite a lot and were giggling about a stupid joke as Natalya opened the door. Both stopped suddenly, as Natalya spotted something on the floor. She got down and lifted up a small piece of paper. There was written something on it in a childish style with a red wax crayon:
"Miss me?"
Both women looked up from the paper quietly and a thousand questions were running through their heads as they looked down the hallway. It was only enlightened by the light coming from the corridor they were half standing in. What they saw was a little doll in a light pink dress, leaning on the wall a few steps away.
"Oh my god…" whispered Natalya as she lowered the paper and stepped in. Her sister followed her closely, nearing themselves step by step towards the doll.
It was the same doll that is sitting now beside the trio, at the head of the living room table, seemingly staring into nothing.
"When we came home, she was sitting in the hallway but we have left her in the spare room!" continues Natalya.
In the hands of the doll were still the red crayons lying that she had used. Katyusha turned to the half opened door where the doll was sitting beside. What she saw was not what they had left behind. Even if it was dark, she could clearly see all that was written on the wall, all the uneven, curly lines drawn by these blood red crayons. Furniture was tossed aside and broken, picture frames cracked and a lamp, still lit, flickering on the ground, photographs with scratched faces. And overall the same message:
"Miss me?"
Katyusha said nothing as her sister stepped to her, too afraid and in shock to be able to. Both turned to the door in unison as they heared something little rolling towards them. It was one single crayon, stopping right in front of the door.
That was enough for Natalya and she rushed out of the room and grabbed the wicked doll. She carried it out of the apartment, down the stairs to the trash container. Katyusha followed her running:
"Natalya?! Natalya, wait!" But Natalya did not listen and dumped the doll into the trash along with the written message and closed the container with a loud bang.
Later that evening, the two sisters could find some restless sleep. A loud banging on the door woke Natalya up and she opened her eyes and lifted up slightly. Again a loud banging on the door. She got up and walked out of her room. And not only she, her sister too peeked out of her room towards the entrance. Katyusha turned on the lights and together they walked to the entrance door. But it was Natalya that had the courage to walk the entire way and open it finally. She looked out. To the right. Down. And her heart seemed to fall down to the trash container. On the floor, in front of the door was lying the dirty, crumbled note she tossed away together with the doll. She took it carefully up and looked again to her right, in the direction of the staircase with eyes widened in fear. She looked back at her sister, who was still waiting for her where she stopped.
A loud banging again and both sisters jumped. It emerged from the door where Katyusha was standing besides, the same room where the doll had went on a rampage. Katyusha, holding her chest and breathing heavily looked at her sister before opening slowly the door with trembling fingers. As soon as she looked down she clasped her hand in front of her mouth but a little yelp still could manage to slip out.
As Natalya and Katyusha are finished Natalya looks at both men in front of her: "We are beyond terrified. We don't know what's going on or what to do. Can you help us?" Her eyes are screaming for some reassurance.
The large man leans forward again after having shifted position during the story. He looks at her, with a calming and clear voice he answers: "Yes we can. Firstly, there is no such thing as Annabelle and there never was."
"Ghosts don't possess such power. What we have here is something extremely manipulative. It's something inhuman," his partner adds, his dark blue eyes looking at them but they are less clear and more misty and dreamy. His voice is rather cold towards the strangers in front of him:
They complete each other as they always do, knowing what their partner will say next. His partner takes over the speaking again: "It was a big mistake acknowledging this doll and through that the inhuman spirit tricked you. You gave him the permission to infest into your lives."
"What's an inhuman spirit?" asks Katyusha shyly, leaning a bit forward, her chest in between her arms which she has clenched in her lap.
"It's something that has never walked the earth in human form. It's something demonic," explains the sympathetic looking guy, in comparison to his rather quietly and coldly looking partner. The words sink slowly into the trio. They begin to realize their big mistake.
"So the doll was never possessed…" states Natalya, almost hopeful that it could not be as bad as they thought.
"No, no. It was used as a conduit," states the colder guy. "It was moved around to give the impression of possession. Demonic beings don't possess things. They possess people." He stops and looks at them with piercing eyes. "It wanted to get inside of you." He stated all this clear, collected and seriously so there will not be any misunderstandings.
All three on the sofa look at him, even the man with the scarf. The light smile he greeted them with in the beginning completely washed away and he glares like his long haired sister.
The projector in the big auditorium rustles as the film ends.
"Alright that's good Berwald, you can shut it down now," demands the spiky haired man with clear blue eyes. The projector gets quite again.
"Hit the lights."
The whole room turns light again and Mathias and Lukas can make out the students, sitting properly in their seats whilst both of them are standing at the podium before the screen.
"So we got the church to send a priest over to perform a blessing on the house and the occupants. Whatever was oppressing on that apartment is no longer within." finishes Mathias his little documentary. "Any questions?"
The room was Immediately full of raised hands, as almost everybody wanted to ask something after this rather disturbing film.
Mathias points to a woman in the audience: "Yes."
"Where is the doll now?"
Lukas answers, glancing at his partner: "Some place safe."
Again are hands rising but not as many as before. Mathias picks yet another one. "Ja?"
A young man with a heavy accent speaks up: "So, what are you guys? I mean, what do people call you?"
Mathias has to chuckle some: "Eh… We are called demonologists. That's one name for us. Ghost hunters, paranormal researchers..."
Lukas steps forwards with his serious face: "…Kooks"
The audience laughs.
"Wackos" ads Mathias and smiles at the laughing people.
"But we prefer to be known simply as Mathias and Lukas Normann, "explains Lukas to the audience.
Mathias and Lukas Normann were known since the 1960 as world famous paranormal researchers. Lukas is a clairvoyant. Mathias is the only non-clergyman recognized by the Vatican as a demonologist. Amongst all cases in their controversial career there was one case so evil that they hid it until now. Based on a film that is based on a true story.