The testing room at the University of Massachusetts wasn’t what Eliza expected. It wasn’t dark or eerie—just cold and quiet, like a sterile museum exhibit. Hundreds of objects were laid out behind glass or on shelves: antique dolls, broken clocks, wedding rings, music boxes. Most looked harmless, but Eliza’s heart beat faster the moment she stepped in.

A small group of researchers stood behind a one-way mirror, whispering notes to each other. Lorraine Warren, the renowned paranormal investigator, stood among them. Though older, her eyes were sharp—searching. Watching.

Eliza could feel the weight of some of the items before she even touched them. A porcelain doll on the middle shelf gave her a stomachache. An old military compass pulsed like it was breathing. As she passed each item, she pointed to the ones that "felt wrong," her hands shaking with energy she couldn’t explain.

Lorraine leaned toward the mirror, her expression unreadable. “She’s not just guessing,” she murmured. “She’s responding. The cursed ones are calling to her.”