Harold wrapped up Elise's hand in a bandage as they both sat at the dinner table; Elise was holding back tears as she looked away from her father.
"You want to tell me what's going on?" Harold asked his daughter.
Elise sniffled her tears away as she brushed them away with her free hand and sighed "…dad, this house is haunted." She said.
Harold looked at Elise closely "What?" he asked her.
"Dad, there is something in this house." She told him.
"What do you mean 'something'?" he asked her.
Elise sighed "I can't explain it dad." She said.
Harold sighed, he finished wrapping up Elise's hand and kissed it "I am calling your neurologist in the morning," he told her, getting up from his seat.
"What? Why?" Elise asked, standing up from her seat as well.
Harold turned to his daughter "You've been acting so strangely lately...maybe it's the meds." He suggested.
Elise shook her head "No. It's not the meds! Dad, I'm serious!" she proclaimed.
"I am not going to have this conversation with you, Elise!" Harold said.
"Why not!?" Elise yelled.
"Because you are not in a sound state of mind!" Harold proclaimed as he left the kitchen.
Elise huffed as she listened to her father climb up the stairs and shutting his bedroom door; Elise took a deep breathe as she held back her tears once again as she gently made her way back upstairs to her bedroom.
She didn't know why she was calling him at nearly two in the morning; she could imagine him asleep, with his hand reaching out to his night table to try and find his phone.
"Just hang up." She told herself, letting the phone ring one more time.
"Hello?" she heard on the other end.
Elise went silent for a moment as she thought of something to say.
"Hello?" he asked again, getting rather annoyed.
Elise sighed "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to call you so late." She whispered.
"Elise?" Deputy Olsen asked.
"Yeah." She whispered again.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Elise sighed "Well…I saw Stephanie Oswalt." She said.
"In your house?" he asked.
"Yes." She said.
Deputy Olsen went silent, Elise began to worry that he had hung up as she pulled her cell phone away from her ear to make sure he was still there.
"I'm really sorry…I just needed to talk to someone." She confessed.
"It's alright, Elise." He told her.
Elise huffed "No, it's not. I tried to tell my dad that 'something' was in the house and he didn't believe me! He told me that we needed to go see my neurologist because all this was happening because of my meds." She said.
"Your meds?" he asked.
Elise nodded "Yeah. My anti-seizure meds." She said.
Deputy Olsen yawned into the phone "Well, you're dad will figure everything out soon enough. Just relax tonight and tomorrow morning we'll get together and figure out WHY Stephanie Oswalt appeared to you." He told her.
Elise nodded "Okay." She whispered.
"I'll be by in the morning…at around 9." He said.
Elise smiled "Alright." She said.
Deputy Olsen yawned again "Okay, I'll see you in the morning." He said before hanging up his phone.
Elise pulled her cell phone away from her ear and hung up her phone as well before she placed it on her night table.
She layed in bed for another hour until her clock read 8:30 before she finally got out of bed and prepared for the day.
The house was silent as a loud knock came from the front door, Elise hurried downstairs to greet the deputy, who was still waking up with a cup of coffee in his hands.
"Morning." He muttered as he entered the house.
Elise smirked "Morning to you too." She said as she closed the front door.
They both walked into the office where they were both startled by Harold standing in the room, staring at the research on the walls.
Both Deputy Olsen and Elise stood in shock at the door as Harold turned to face them "What's this?" he asked.
Elise froze to her spot, popping her fingers as she tried to find the words to explain everything.
"WHAT IS THIS, ELISE!?" Harold asked again, his yelling echoed through the room.
"It's research." Elise said.
Harold looked around the room, examining the walls that were covered with graphic images and notes.
"Research?" he asked.
Elise nodded "Yes. Dad." She said.
Harold huffed "What kind of research are you doing!?" he asked.
"That thing I was telling you about last night—THIS...this is what I was talking about." Elise said.
"Stop being vague, Elise! Tell me what all of this is, and who the hell is that guy?" he asked, pointing to Deputy Olsen.
Elise crossed her arms "This is Deputy Olsen, he's helping me with the research." She said, walking closer to her father.
"…did you know you were buying the house Ellison Oswalt and his family was murdered in?" Elise asked.
Harold was speechless.
"Did you?" she asked.
"No. I didn't!" Harold responded.
Elise grimaced as she put her hands in her back pockets "Dad, there is a deity, a God-like spirit, in our house. And he is going to kill us if we can't stop him first." She told him.
Harold was having a hard time understanding the words that were coming out of his daughters' mouth.
"…what?" he asked.
"You heard me." Elise muttered.
Harold's brow furrowed as he looked away from his daughter "You're talking gibberish, Elise!" he said.
Elise scuffed "No! I'm not! Dad, there is this deity named Bughuul and he eats the soul of children and kills their families. Dad, you have to believe me." She said, beginning to stand her ground.
Harold was silent before he turned back to his daughter "And how does 'Deputy Olsen' work into all of this?" he asked.
"…dad, he knew Ellison. All this stuff is his. All these notes and pictures…they all belonged to Ellison; he was trying to figure out what was going with all these families with the same M.O, and when he found out what it was, it was too late!" Elise explained to her father.
Harold was still silent, almost speechless as he looked around the room once again.
"You believe me, don't you?" Elise asked.
Harold looked at his daughter with his dark brown eyes "…I don't know…" he told her.
Elise began to tear up, covering her face from the world in her hair when Deputy Olsen came to Elise's aid and took her arm "Show him the films." He suggested.
"The films?" Harold asked.
Elise looked up at her father "Yeah. The films."