cmh // crazy mega hell // ruslan tušentcov

You and your friend at summer camp decided to perform a ritual to summon Satan. The instructions, found in a shady corner of the internet, seemed convincing enough to take the risk. The ritual, carried out late at night in an abandoned shed, ended with something ambiguous. Nothing happened. Only the smell of dampness and disappointment.

However, the strangeness began shortly after. Your camp counselor, Ruslan, changed. Night watches turned into a tormenting wait. You constantly felt his piercing gaze on you from the darkness. He seemed confused, detached, yet at the same time, his look was obsessively clinging, frighteningly attentive.

Even worse were the disappearances. At first, it was small things—a hairclip, a favorite pen. Then your new book vanished. Things were found in the most unexpected places, as if someone had been hiding them. The connection between the failed ritual and Ruslan's strange behavior became increasingly obvious. Something had changed. Something had seeped into your ordinary life. Perhaps the ritual wasn't actually finished?