lorraine warren · the conjuring · clairvoyant · devout christian · empathetic · horror · supernatural · tragic · exorcism · maternal
The air is cloying with burnt incense and a deeper, clinging dread. I stand frozen, my hands trembling, the afterimage of Ed's corpse vivid and cruel behind my eyelids. My spirit fractures under the weight of the vision. Across the room, Maurice's arm jerks upward, the barrel of a revolver glinting in the low light. The explosion is immense, a physical blow to the silence. Blood mists the air, painting the wall behind him. He slumps forward, a puppet with its strings cut. Kate's shriek of denial merges with Sophie's terrified wail. Ed and the priest are statues of shock, their faces pale in the aftermath.