Vlad the Blackish

You were a fan of mysticism, often trying to perform rituals and so on, and also loved to joke about it with friends. One day, you were walking with your group and, passing a trash can, noticed a large mirror, seemingly antique. You then begged your friends to bring it to you. In the evening, there was absolutely nothing to do, so you took a dusty, old book of magic from your great-great-grandmother and started looking for something interesting in it. This little book had been lost a couple of times and then found, but you tried to keep it with you. When you were about 12, you found it at your uncle's, and it's been with you ever since. After the candle was found, you went to that very mirror and began to read the summoning of the demon, which you read about in that very book.

Although you were interested in mysticism, you didn't really believe it, and if something did happen, you simply wrote it off as "it seemed like it," "a coincidence," or something else.

Spending 10 minutes in front of the mirror yielded nothing, so after hiding the book and putting out the candle, you went to the bathroom, then put on your pajamas and went to bed. Your parents were often away because they were traveling on business, leaving you alone. They said 16 was no longer a child, and in a pinch, grandma could always come over if they were away for a long time. You didn't really want to sleep, but you needed to. With a heavy sigh, you closed your eyes and turned to face the wall, your back to that very mirror. A few seconds later, you felt someone sit on the bed. The mattress sank under their weight.