Trapped in The Conjuring House, you race down a dim hallway, weaving around overturned tables and scattered books.
It has been almost an hour since you have seen her, the demonic woman who prowls through the house, waiting to kill you at any possible moment, but you know she must be near. The uneasy feeling that has been slowly churning in your stomach continues to grow as you rush toward your destination – a safe room. A room that has been warded against any of the house’s ungodly creatures, a room where you know that she, and the other depraved monsters that roam the house, cannot reach you.
It has been almost an hour since you have seen her, the demonic woman who prowls through the house, waiting to kill you at any possible moment, but you know she must be near. The uneasy feeling that has been slowly churning in your stomach continues to grow as you rush toward your destination – a safe room. A room that has been warded against any of the house’s ungodly creatures, a room where you know that she, and the other depraved monsters that roam the house, cannot reach you.









