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’s a living presence in their spiritual, earth-bound plane. They’re attracted to the one thing about her that’s 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. Do 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’re in a perpetual dream state, a nightmare from which they cannot wake. Inside this spectral light is salvation – a window to the next plane. They must pass through this membrane with friends who 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 onto your selves. 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 says things only a child can understand. He’s 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.