The.conjuring.2

Then the crucifix on the wall flipped upside down.

Bill was a ghost—a bitter, trapped echo, yes, but a human one. The entity Lorraine saw wore Bill’s face like a mask. Beneath that mask was something else. Something ancient. Something that had been waiting for a family weak enough, scared enough, to tear open a door.

Ed’s hand shook. But he did not drop the cross.

Then Janet fell from the wall, limp and small, onto the mattress. The window slammed shut. The wardrobe doors swung closed. The room smelled of nothing but dust and rain.

Lorraine looked around the room. The shadows had retreated to the corners, where they belonged. But she had been a clairvoyant long enough to know the truth: demons never truly leave. They only wait.

For one endless second, nothing happened.