At long last…

Burke gently laid his left hand on the door, and twisted the knob with his right, carefully opening the door to Regan’s room. The light from the hall fell on Regan’s face; her eyes wide open, transfixed on the floor near Burke’s feet. Burke found her stare unsettling, as if she was locked in a trance. Poor child, he thought.
“My dear”, Burke whispered, kneeling down next to her bed. “Regan…” he whispered again, his voice trailing off as he realized she was either unable or unwilling to respond. Her eyes remained fixed, even as his shoulder blocked her view. Looking closer, Burke watched her slightly chapped lips. They moved slowly yet purposefully, as if Regan was trying to form an undecipherable word. Laying his hand upon her forehead, he uttered, “Rest, Regan”.
Burke slipped his right hand into his jacket pocket, and pulled out the crucifix, smiling at Regan as he held it on the bed in front of her. “Your mother would have my head if she saw this…” he whispered. “…our little secret”. With those words, Burke slid the crucifix under the mattress near Regan’s pillow.
Regan’s lips stopped moving, and her relentless stare made Burke uneasy. He rose slowly from his stance, and was startled as the far window across Regan’s room flew open with a sharp crack. Confused, Burke stumbled toward the window, and extended his arms to close it. His motion was ceased by the sound of his own voice, directly behind him. “Never went bowling with Goebbels either I suppose, ah?”
Burke turned his head and stared into Regan’s dark eyes. A coy smile was etched on her lips. Burke’s mouth opened wide, and his voice cracked as he tried to find words. As he tried to speak, Regan’s smile dropped, her teeth clenching as a deep grunt bellowed from within. Burke stared back out the window for a moment, consumed by a sense of panic. His fingernails dug into the pain of the window as he felt Regan’s cold fingers glide around his head. In an instant, Burke’s head was twisted around, the bones in his neck cracking as he was brought face to face with the demon. His face locked in a frightened stare, the smile returned to Regan’s lips as she pushed Burke’s limp body out the window.
From within, Regan watched in horror as Burke’s body tumbled down the stairs onto M street.

oh this is good!!!!!!