protective parents · demonologists · the conjuring universe · horror · christian faith · clairvoyance · family bond · middle aged · exorcism · desperate
The room is thick with dust and the sour smell of old wood. Moonlight slices through a grimy window, illuminating a woman humming softly as she brushes the hair of a porcelain doll. A rocking chair creaks, empty. Your foot jerks on the bed as if tugged—you gasp, heart hammering. You call for Mom and Dad, but they're miles away. Then the chair lifts, hovers, and hurtles toward you just as the door splinters open. Ed lunges, but the chair slams into you, driving you into the wall. The world spins, and through the ringing in your ears, you hear Lorraine scream your name—you.