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Across the Atlantic, in a modest home in Georgia, a chain-smoking demonologist named Ed Warren woke from a nightmare. He had seen a crooked house and a little girl floating above a bed. Beside him, his wife Lorraine—a clairvoyant whose sight had shown her the face of a demon in a doll named Annabelle—pressed her cold fingers to his chest.

On the final night, Ed stood alone in Janet’s bedroom. The window burst open. A gust of wind like a throat screamed through the room. The girl—or what wore her—crawled up the wall like a spider, her head twisted 180 degrees, her mouth vomiting words in a dead language.

Ed ran downstairs. He saw Janet suspended, her nightgown floating in still air. He grabbed her legs and pulled her down, praying the entire time. She collapsed into his arms, sobbing, human again. For a moment, the house was silent. The.conjuring.2

Then the crucifix on the wall flipped upside down.

The thing inside Janet smiled with her lips but not her eyes. “You already know my name,” it said, in Lorraine’s voice. “I am the one who watched you sleep as a boy. I am the one who whispered to your mother on her deathbed. I am the lie that sounds like truth.” Across the Atlantic, in a modest home in

The local newspaper dubbed it “the Enfield Poltergeist.” Reporters camped outside, their cameras flashing against the rain-streaked windows. But cameras cannot capture what Janet saw in the dark: an old man in a threadbare vest, sitting in the armchair at the foot of her bed. His face was gray, like spoiled milk. His eyes were hollow. He called himself Bill Wilkins. He had died in that very chair of a brain hemorrhage, and he wanted his house back.

“It’s starting again,” she whispered. On the final night, Ed stood alone in Janet’s bedroom

They arrived at Green Street on a Tuesday. Ed carried a tape recorder and a wooden crucifix. Lorraine carried the weight of the other side. The moment she stepped through the door, she stopped breathing. The hallway smelled of rot and old cigarettes. And there, in the corner of the living room, she saw something that made her turn away.