As night fell, Sara and Leanna steeled themselves for one last encounter with the spirits of The Anne House. They set up their equipment once more, their resolve strengthened by their newfound understanding of the house's tragic past.

They decided to focus on the room with the mirror, where they had felt the most intense activity. They believed it might be a focal point for the spirits.

"We need to stay calm and collected," Sara said, her voice steady. "Remember, we're here to help."

Leanna nodded, though her hands were shaking. "Let's do this."

They sat in front of the mirror, holding hands and focusing their energy. Sara began the séance, her voice firm and clear.

"We know about the tragedy that happened here. We know about the man, the woman, and the child. We're here to help you find peace. Please, show yourselves."

The room grew colder, and the air seemed to thicken. The candles flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls. A faint whisper filled the air, growing louder with each passing moment.

"Help us," the child's voice echoed, filled with sorrow.

"We're here to help," Sara said, her heart aching for the trapped spirit. "But we need to understand what happened. Can you tell us?"

The mirror began to frost over, and the image of the child appeared, her eyes filled with tears. "He hurt us. He was so angry."

Sara felt a lump in her throat. "Who hurt you?"

The child's image faded, replaced by the shadowy figure of the man. His eyes burned with rage. "You should not be here."

Leanna's grip tightened on Sara's hand. "We're here to help you find peace. You don't have to be angry anymore."

The man's spirit roared, the sound shaking the room. "You cannot help us. Leave now, or suffer the consequences."

Sara took a deep breath, her determination unwavering. "We will not leave until we help you. Let us help you find peace."

The spirit lunged at them, its form dissolving into a whirlwind of darkness. The room was thrown into chaos, their equipment scattering across the floor.

"Stay calm," Sara said, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. "We need to stand our ground."

They focused their energy, projecting thoughts of peace and understanding. The whirlwind began to slow, the darkness receding.

The child's voice echoed through the room. "Thank you."

The man's spirit appeared once more, his anger replaced by sorrow. "I'm sorry."

With a final whisper, the spirits faded, and the room grew still. The oppressive energy lifted, replaced by a sense of calm.

"We did it," Leanna said, her voice filled with relief.

Sara nodded, tears streaming down her face. "We helped them."

As they packed up their equipment, they felt a sense of closure. They had faced their fears and helped the spirits of The Anne House find peace.