Maurice, or Frenchie, as he’s often called, wanted to believe all of it was over now. He wanted to believe Valak was truly gone this time. Or if nothing else, no longer possessing him.

It wasn’t the inability to believe it was over so much as the inability to stop the nightmares. Once more he found himself waking up in a cold sweat.

He reached out for his wife, sighing in relief as he felt her asleep by his side, a reminder it had just been a bad dream.