Wraith Page #5

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the wickedness...

Are you going to bless

the house now, Father?

It's too late for that.

Well, can we do something?

No.

Just stay here.

As smoke is driven away,

so they'll be

driven away.

[house creaks]

[sighs]

As wax melts before a fire,

the wicked will perish

in the presence of God.

[door opens]

[panting]

Lucy.

May you be protected...

from all unclean spirits,

satanic powers...

and wicked legions

and similes.

And the strengths and powers

of our Lord, Jesus Christ.

Amen.

By the holy authority

of our ministry,

we confidently undertake...

and reject the attacks

and the deceit of Satan.

Dennis and Katie Lukens...

[prays in Latin]

Ah.

There you are.

Beast.

[praying in Latin]

May God rebuke,

we humbly pray,

and do thou, O Prince

of the heavenly host,

by the divine power of God...

[praying in Latin]

[punch lands]

[gasps and sighs]

We meet again.

You who are called

Desolation.

Blasphemy.

[sighs]

[groans]

[punch lands]

[gasps]

[groaning]

The owner of all life

and the author

of our faith

has dominion here.

[punches landing]

[loud crash]

Cast into hell,

Satan of the evil spirit.

It is he who

claims the child

of Katie and Dennis Lukens.

[grunts]

[groans]

He who is in me

is greater than he

who is in the world.

[sighs]

[grunts]

[sighs]

[chuckles]

And who might you be,

my little one?

[whispers]

This is my family...

How are you?

Alive.

Hmm.

That will be my prayer.

[sighs]

What happened?

It's gone.

That's it?

It's... it's gone?

Yes. At least for now.

Well, is there anything...

I mean...

It's simple.

Just don't give it

what it wants.

Please protect

the life in there.

As long as you do,

you won't hear from

any evil spirits any longer.

I don't think you know

what I mean.

I do.

Protect Lucy.

We both know

what I'm talking about.

Protect all the life

in this house.

By the way, it's bad form

to lie to a priest.

Should you ever have the good

sense to become a Catholic,

I will see you

in confession.

I'll take you home.

No.

I can find my way home.

[girl] I was watching a

spider make its web,

and it was simply glorious.

It let out the silk

from its body

and wove it in such

an intricate pattern.

I was truly amazed

at its artistry.

Then a man came along

to paint the post,

and he painted

all over everything,

destroying the spider's web

and the spider as well.

I do not know if he did this

by accident or on purpose.

I watched the poor spider

writhing in pain

as it suffocated,

its many legs reaching

for something to grasp,

longing, searching for air,

searching for light.

It was in its natural habitat,

and the world came in

and destroyed it.

As the spider died,

part of me died, too.

Tell me why you're here.

You don't know?

No.

We were a happy family.

We weren't perfect,

but things weren't

that bad either.

But then you showed up.

I almost remember the day.

I'm sure you do.

So why are you here?

I'm here to protect

your daughters.

Daughters?

That's impossible.

Is it?

You're not the girl

in the pinafore dress.

She never was.

[door opens]

[door closes]

- May I?

- Mm.

How are you doing?

I'm good.

I feel okay.

[inhales and exhales]

I'm at peace

with my decision.

Well, I don't think

there's a whole lot more

for me to offer you.

Should feel free to go

in the next few hours.

[sighs]

In the old days, didn't...

didn't women get to stay

for a few days?

Like you said,

the old days.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Hi, Luce.

She's wrinkly.

Mm-hmm.

That'll go away...

and then come back

in about 40 years.

Can I hold her?

Of course.

There you go.

Funny.

I feel like

I know her already.

Like she belongs.

[baby cooing]

This is cool.

Can you take a picture?

Sure, honey.

[camera shutters click]

Have you chosen

a name yet?

I was thinking

about Rebekah.

That is the most

lovely name.

That's right.

Oh, you're losing

your hat.

Hey. My turn.

Want to go to Daddy?

Okay, let me...

- There you go.

- There you are.

[laughs]

Will miracles

never cease?

You know, if you believe

the old Italian proverb

that every baby comes with

a loaf of bread under its arm.

[Dennis]

Bread?

Do you have

a loaf of bread?

Hmm?

Should I wait a few weeks

before throwing her in the air?

I think that's a good idea,

babe.

[laughs]

All right,

let's go to mama.

Here you go.

Hello, little baby.

Oh, there you go. Yeah.

Great, she's officially

now more popular than me.

[Katie] Well, you're going

to have to get used to that

with a little

baby sister around.

[Lucy]

Oh, my gosh. It's her.

[man]

You ready?

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