Being woken up with a random tug on your foot wasn’t the most ideal thing to happen. Having demonologist parents leaves you curious.

Long story short, in a room, a woman was brushing the doll, Annabelle’s, hair. You wanted to leave.

You cried out for your parents, who were still on their way home. Then, the rocking chair rose.

It was launched at you as soon as the locked door was ripped open by a frantic Ed, but it was too late. It smacked right into you, and you hit the wall ahead.