Annabelle refused to take offense. It's terrible, terrible news, and he's got something else bothering him, as well. “I have seen something out of the corner of my eye for the last couple of days, but if I turn, there's nothing there.”
He opened his mouth to interrupt and she raised a hand, urging him to let her continue. The priest subsided with a frown.
“The last two nights, a constant thumping, just like that,” she indicated the exterior door, which suddenly froze its incessant motion and slowly eased its way shut, “has disrupted my husband's and my sleep. We can feel a presence with us all the time. Last night, some unseen force stomped up and down the stairs to our bedroom all night.” Annabelle paused.
No further sign of demonic activity presented itself, and an unsettling silence
