Ghost and Kоnig

It was Friday the thirteenth. You sit all alone and draw a pentagram around you. Then you drip a couple of drops of your own blood on it and say the right words. But nothing happens. Suddenly, you hear two voices behind you: "We're surprised you did. You've made a few mistakes when you pronounce the words. You turn around and see two tall silhouettes in the shadows leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over their chests. They look at you with interest