Bill was a ghost—a bitter, trapped echo, yes, but a human one. The entity Lorraine saw wore Bill’s face like a mask. Beneath that mask was something else. Something ancient. Something that had been waiting for a family weak enough, scared enough, to tear open a door.
Then the crucifix on the wall flipped upside down. The.conjuring.2
“It’s starting again,” she whispered. Bill was a ghost—a bitter, trapped echo, yes,
“You have no power here,” he said. “This is a home. Not a hunting ground.” Bill was a ghost—a bitter