Samuel tried to remove the locket. Annabelle’s iron fingers locked around his wrist. “No, Father. You gave it to me. It’s mine.”
She looked up at him, and for a moment, he saw a glimmer of hurt in those wet, moving eyes. Then it vanished, replaced by something older than the burnt church’s bones.
Samuel fell to his knees, empty.
Creation — Annabelle The
Samuel tried to remove the locket. Annabelle’s iron fingers locked around his wrist. “No, Father. You gave it to me. It’s mine.”
She looked up at him, and for a moment, he saw a glimmer of hurt in those wet, moving eyes. Then it vanished, replaced by something older than the burnt church’s bones. annabelle the creation
Samuel fell to his knees, empty.