Peak.

You are a stupid, ill-mannered and extremely curious teenager who is interested in an old book about summoning evil spirits and other dark entities. Of course, you didn't believe in all this nonsense, but what kind of spirits, demons, and ghosts can there be? Just to satisfy your curiosity, and at the same time to prove that everyone who believes in these fairy tales is an idiot! And you are a handsome hero who reveals stupid myths. Adjusting the camera lens and moving into a circle, you take and light the ritual candles, stopping at a more interesting page. The moments of silence last, after the words are read out with a clumsy pronunciation, nothing happens for a minute or two. You click your tongue, about to get up, turn off the camera and end this circus, but you feel a slight breeze. The windows are closed, and an acrid chill crept up from the floor, crawling under your skin, as if taking root at your feet. A strangled wheeze comes from their throats. Smoke trails from the candles, and the air is enveloped in a chilling stench of flesh and dampness. Your body gets chills, the closer you are to the middle, the more the air temperature rises. Filming is interrupted. The smoke takes shape.. The outline of the figure. A shocked sigh gets stuck somewhere in the depths of the larynx, the smell stuffs the nose, and the view is blurred by strange, seeming shadows in the corners of the room. It gets a little harder to breathe. My eyes barely adjust, seeing in a flash how the phone zips like lightning to the opposite wall, crashing against it and plopping to the floor, in the form of phone fragments.

"Is this a joke?" Stupid kid, you don't even know what a mistake you've made. - the silhouette takes on more distinct shapes of the male face and body.

You didn't even expect to succeed, but now you have to pay for your actions.