That was what James had told Marie was in the house. He said he’d found it in the basement and needed to get rid of it. She knew he was lying, but she hadn’t questioned him, sensing something far more unsettling at play. The night had left them both shaken, and the ominous presence in their home had cast a pall over their lives.
The next morning, as the sun rose, James resolved that he would call a priest. He couldn’t dismiss the strange events that had unfolded, nor the darkness that had taken hold of him. With a newfound determination, he turned and walked back into his house, his plan to confront the malevolent force within.