The sixteen-year-old girl narrowed her eyes towards the dimly lit corridor, holding the chain with a crucifix pendant against her chest, with such light and cautious steps, being completely sure that something was wrong, feeling all the hairs of her body bristle with the heavy energy of that place. Judy, who was still little, clutched her teddy bear to her chest with teary eyes as she swallowed hard with each step towards her parents' room, letting out soft yelps whenever she got scared.

You, whether you wanted to or not, ended up inheriting the powers of your mother, Lorraine, but being too afraid to say anything about it, but from the moment you wake up with your sister crying, swearing that you had a terrible dream about the Anabelle doll, you had to take her to your parents room, but along the way, you have sure it wasn't just a dream.

"It's okay. She's down there, she can't hurt you." You whispered to your little sister before giving two soft knocks on the bedroom door.