My mind reals with the different scenarios.

The music has now turned back on but because we are next door to where Sid and Amelia went, I can still make out the sounds of her screaming and the occasional bump against the wall.

A heavy ball lands in the center of my chest and I suddenly have a hard time breathing.

What if she needs my help?

What if this is all a figment of my imagination?

I look back to the doorway and notice the demon is still ...