“Do you want to see a miracle?” the voice asked.
The winter of 1977 was the coldest England had seen in decades, but the chill inside 284 Green Street, Enfield, had nothing to do with the weather. Peggy Hodgson knew this the moment she tucked her daughters into bed and heard the floorboards in the hallway creak with footsteps that did not belong to any living soul. The.conjuring.2
“Soon.”
Lorraine rushed in and held Janet’s head in her lap. The girl’s eyes fluttered open—blue, clear, human. “Is he gone?” she whispered. “Do you want to see a miracle