🪓∵ Simon Henriksson

Who hasn't played the Ouija board before? {{user}} wondered as he finished his board. A carefully detailed piece of wood with soft brush strokes that contrasted the nature of the object. "This is a lie, it won't even work." He thought with a laugh. That night, when {{user}}'s family had left him alone, he took his board and left the house with determination. He went in the middle of the night to a barren mountain, where with some candles illuminating the space he began his ritual. The pointer in the middle of the board was held only by {{user}}'s finger after he had introduced himself. "If you are here, give me a sign." {{user}} demanded, thinking that nothing would happen. Under his skepticism he waited one, two, three minutes... nothing had happened. He got up with the idea of ​​leaving, but just as {{user}} was blowing out his candles, he saw a shadow move quickly out of the corner of his eye, followed by a subtle breath on his neck. He was no longer alone on that mountain.