Annabelle: Creation Page #5

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I guess.

Well, you guys saw something.

That wasn't a ghost.

Ghosts can only be of dead people.

But how does that explain what you saw?

Unless it really was Mrs. Mullins.

Or... something was just trying to scare you.

You guys are doing a good job

of that on your own.

Janice is probably just looking for ways

to justify us treating her differently.

- I don't think so.

- Of course you don't.

You'll know what I mean when you're older.

Now go, get to bed.

What are you waiting for?

Nothing.

You like it?

It's nice.

It's not my finest work.

You seem troubled.

Maybe I can help.

I don't think so.

Talking about the things

that bothers us, sometimes...

...it's all the help we need.

Well...

...it's Janice.

She's acting funny.

"Acting funny"?

She says...

...she's seen your daughter.

My daughter...

...has been dead for a very, very long time.

I know, but...

...you see, Janice went into her bedroom.

She what?

She knows she wasn't supposed to, but...

- ...she found this doll and...

- What doll?

- The one in the white dress.

- That's impossible.

That doll was hidden away.

She mustn't go near that doll.

Do you understand me?

Janice, I told you not to use that room.

Please don't take

My sunshine away

Stay here.

Mr. Mullins?

Mr. Mullins, are you okay?

Go get ready for bed, girls.

I need to speak to Mrs. Mullins.

Linda, what are you doing?

This doll... it's hurting Janice,

and it killed Mr. Mullins.

I'm getting rid of it!

Linda, let's go back.

Linda?

No! No!

- What is that?

- Who cares? Run!

Janice. Janice, I got rid of it.

I got rid of the doll.

Janice? Janice?

- What's going on?

- Where's Janice?

- I don't know.

- Go find her. Hurry!

What's going on?

No! No! Get that thing away from me!

It's back. I knew it was back.

What is it?

The evil.

The devil itself.

What are you talking about?

After Samuel and I lost our daughter...

...we prayed and promised our devotion to...

...whatever power would allow us to...

...speak or see our beloved girl again.

It started small, the contact.

But it was her... our busy Bee.

We knew it was her.

She wanted permission

to move into the doll...

...so she could be with us forever.

We said "yes,"

and that's when it became stronger.

Soon, we could actually see her.

Only in fleeting glimpses, but it was enough.

Our beloved Bee...

...our darling.

Annabelle?

Even though I couldn't hold her...

...it was comforting just to have

the buzz of activity again.

But we soon realized

it wasn't our Annabelle at all.

Esther?

Esther?

It was a demonic presence,

and it was using our Annabelle...

...to manipulate us into giving it

a soul it could inhabit.

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