Six years after the events with the Perron family, Ed, Lorraine, Rose, Drew, and Lizzie are called to Enfield, a borough in North London. Now that Lizzie has the experience, will she know how to handle a young girl lying about being possessed?
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I woke up to the sound of screaming, my heart pounding as I felt Drew jolt awake beneath me. The urgency in the cries sent us both scrambling out of bed. Outside our room, my dad was trying to break down a door, his fists slamming against the wood with force. Janet was inside.
"How did she get in there?" I asked Rose, breathless.
"I—I don't know," she stammered. With one final shove, the door burst open, revealing Janet tangled in the curtains, the fabric wrapped around her neck like a noose. We rushed inside.
"There was someone in here!" Janet sobbed into her mother's chest.
"Did you see anything?" I pressed.
"There was an old man in here!" Peggy cried, her voice trembling.
"What about anyone else?" I asked.
"It—it tried to kill me!" Janet wailed, her small frame shaking. None of us slept easily after that.
"What's wrong, baby?" Drew murmured as we lay in bed later that night.
"This just doesn't feel right," I admitted, staring at the ceiling.
"You still aren't sensing anything?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.
I shook my head. "No. And that's the problem."
"Maybe you just need time. Maybe... whatever this is doesn't want to be found yet."
I sighed, pressing closer to him. "Maybe."
"How about we get some sleep and think more on this tomorrow?" He kissed my forehead.
"Fine," I whispered.
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"Hey, sleepyhead." I blinked awake to see Drew smiling down at me. "We've got to meet Maurice and someone else at a café in thirty minutes. I suggest you get ready now." He brushed a strand of hair from my face and kissed my forehead before slipping out of the room. I dressed quickly in a tan floor-length dress and brown heeled ankle boots, pulling my hair into a loose braid.
"Ready?" Rose asked as I came downstairs.
"Ready," I nodded. The café was quaint, with a warm scent of coffee and pastries in the air. Maurice sat at a large table alongside a woman we hadn't met yet—Anita.
