That was when the first death happened. Not violent—just a whisper. The milkman who delivered to the crooked house was found sitting against the fence, eyes wide, no mark on him, but his soul simply… gone. Then the baker’s wife. Then the constable.
“I wanted to see what was inside,” she said. “They had nothing. I am the only one with something inside.” annabelle the creation
“Daughter,” Samuel whispered, his voice trembling with triumph. That was when the first death happened