Poltergeist 2: They Never Left (Fan Fiction)

The house had been gone for years.

After the events of Poltergeist, the Freelings never spoke about Cuesta Verde again. Not in public. Not to friends. Not even to each other. They moved, changed cities, changed routines—tried to bury it like the developers had buried everything else.

But something followed.

It started small.

A chair slightly out of place.
The TV flickering to static at exactly 2:37 a.m.
A voice—not loud enough to understand, but familiar enough to dread.

Carol Anne was older now. Old enough to know better. Old enough to pretend she didn’t hear it.

Until the night she answered back.

“I’m not afraid of you anymore.”