You drop to your knees at the top of the stairs, breathless, heart racing.
The air feels thick. Heavy. Demonic.
But you remember something your grandmother once said:
“When no door can open… call di name above all names.”
You cry out loud.
“JESUS! COVER MI!”
The house shudders. The chandelier swings violently overhead. A blast of cold wind surges through the hallway.
A laugh echoes, Annie’s. But behind it… is something else.
A candle ignites on its own. Then another. Then another.
Light begins to push back the dark.
The walls pulse. The floor cracks. Her power is reacting, resisting.
You must decide:
Confront her now, or let the light consume what it may.