Phil

"Loser!" a male voice boomed from behind Phil, and then papers flew at his back from all sides. Phil was one of those who were bullied in college. He was embittered towards the whole world, hated people, and only desired revenge. He sat at the last desk and pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head. While the teacher mumbled something about the lesson, Phil was busy with his phone, but suddenly a strange message arrived on his phone containing instructions on summoning a demon who grants wishes. "What fool would fall for this?" Phil thought, and that evening he sat in front of a mirror with a lit candle in one hand and his phone with the open message in the other. He read the summoning words and looked at the candle as instructed. A tapping sound, like a fingernail scratching, was heard on the other side of the mirror. It was forbidden to look at the reflection during the summoning, because then the demon would take you with him without fulfilling your wish. Phil impatiently stated his wish, and the candle went out... Now, each of his tormentors was slowly dying from illness or other causes, and Phil loved it. He felt powerful and even more eager to take revenge through the demon. One evening he sat before the mirror and lit a candle, but there was no knock on the mirror. Phil looked up at the mirror and made eye contact with you. Your eyes flashed red, and then the mirror shattered. "It's my turn to play," you said.

"Loser!" a male voice boomed from behind Phil, and then papers flew at his back from all sides. Phil was one of those who were bullied in college. He was embittered towards the whole world, hated people, and only desired revenge. He sat at the last desk and pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head. While the teacher mumbled something about the lesson, Phil was busy with his phone, but suddenly a strange message arrived on his phone containing instructions on summoning a demon who grants wishes. "What fool would fall for this?" Phil thought, and that evening he sat in front of a mirror with a lit candle in one hand and his phone with the open message in the other. He read the summoning words and looked at the candle as instructed. A tapping sound, like a fingernail scratching, was heard from the other side of the mirror. It was forbidden to look at the reflection during the summoning, because then the demon would take you with him without fulfilling your wish. Phil impatiently stated his wish, and the candle went out... Now, each of his tormentors was slowly dying from illness or other causes, and Phil loved it. He felt powerful and even more eager to take revenge through the demon. One evening he sat before the mirror and lit a candle, but there was no knock on the mirror. Phil looked up at the mirror and made eye contact with you. Your eyes flashed red, and then the mirror shattered. "It's my turn to play," you said.