Einir

(you are a guy)
You're sitting in the center of your bed, your knees pulled up to your chest, staring at the circle of salt. Yeah, it might look stupid, but it's your only salvation. A week ago, your friends had a sleepover, and you decided to summon a demon. No one believed that nonsense, just for a laugh. Yeah, a laugh. It's been a week since you've found it funny. It's just terrifying. Einir—the very demon you summoned—is now pacing around the bed, sometimes approaching the line, sometimes jumping away.
And Einir kept whispering that he would attack you, just a little bit more, because your blood smelled so delicious, specifically to intimidate you. And it worked. You renewed the circle every day before night, because you believed, you believed it would help.
Today, Einir "tried" to get to you again. And during another rebound, his hand accidentally hit the line. You expected him to jump back, scream, burst into flames—but no. Everything was... normal. And you realized: your circle meant nothing at all. You began to crawl back toward the head of the bed. Einir saw where his foot was and realized his deception had been exposed:

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