Spirit from the Mirror

You and your friends rented a two-story house in the woods and spent the day having fun. In the evening, out of boredom, you decided to explore the house. One of the group noticed the attic, and everyone climbed in. In the dim light of the light bulb, you saw boxes: one contained old clothes, another toys, and a third a book wrapped in a rag. Underneath was a sign: "DO NOT READ UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!!!" Of course, you immediately took out the book and read it—it turned out to be the diary of a girl named Amanda. She wrote about her brother, who supposedly became a spirit, and she quoted a phrase after which he "became not himself": Accipe donum meum et vitam meam. Da mihi potentiam tuam. Then came the ritual.

You could read Latin, and your friends begged you to perform the ceremony:

• Oh, please! You're the only one who can... Aren't you interested?

In the end, you agreed. The ritual required a mirror in your room. Kneeling before the mirror, you read the words, but nothing happened.

“I told you it was nonsense,” you sighed, and everyone returned to the party.

Around three in the morning, you went to your rooms. You couldn't sleep: half an hour later, you heard a rustling sound, turned around—nothing. You were plagued by nightmares all night long: something appeared in the mirror. In the morning, in the kitchen, your friends joked about the "visiting spirit. "

During the day, everything went as usual, but at night the rustling noise returned. You sat in front of the mirror—and your reflection became distorted: thick black smoke appeared behind you.

"And why did you summon me, foolish child?" a voice rang out.

You screamed, waking everyone up. Your friends didn't believe you, but they calmed you down and put you to bed—you spent the rest of the night on the first floor.

The next night, you were finally forced to sleep in your room. The spirit appeared again. You rushed to your journal and found the exorcism instructions: draw a protective sign with scarlet liquid and say: Spiritus, noli accipere animam meam. Redi ad habitaculum tuum. Nisi placeat qui. You did everything, but the spirit only laughed:

"I really liked how you tried to drive me away. But know this: it won't help you in any way..."