This house is clean.
There is no death. There is only a transition to a different sphere of consciousness. Carol Anne is not like those she’s with. She is a living presence in their spiritual earthbound plane. They are attracted to the one thing about her that is different from themselves – her life force. It is very strong. It gives off its own illumination. It is a light that implies life and memory of love and home and earthly pleasures, something they desperately desire but can’t have anymore. Right now, she’s the closest thing to that, and that is a terrible distraction from the real light that has finally come for them. You understand me?
These souls, who for whatever reason are not at rest, are also not aware that they have passed on. They’re not part of consciousness as we know it. They linger in a perpetual dream state, a nightmare from which they cannot awake. Inside the spectral light is salvation, a window to the next plane. They must pass through this membrane where friends are waiting to guide them to new destinies. Carol Anne must help them cross over, and she will only hear her mother’s voice. Now… hold on to yourselves.
There’s one more thing. A terrible presence is in there with her. So much rage, so much betrayal. I’ve never sensed anything like it. I don’t know what hovers over this house, but it was strong enough to punch a hole into this world and take your daughter away from you. It keeps Carol Anne very close to it and away from the spectral light. It lies to her, it tells her things only a child could understand. It has been using her to restrain the others. To her, it simply is another child. To us, it is the Beast.
Now, let’s go get your daughter.
Now clear your minds. It knows what scares you. It has from the very beginning. Don’t give it any help, it knows too much already.
Cross over, children. All are welcome. All welcome. Go into the light.
There is peace and serenity in the light.
Y’all mind hanging back? You’re jamming my frequency.
This house has many hearts.
No, no, no… Go down stairs and wait by Ryan and pull. Only when I say so. Only When I say.
You can’t choose between life and death when we’re dealing with what is in between. Now tell her before it’s too late.
Tell her you’re waiting for her.
I hate you for that.
