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“Let’s summon a demon!”
hell no
“Hell Yeah!”
fuck
And I thought this year would be normal. Nothing big happens at 17. You can already drive, but you still aren’t an adult. It started off okay. There were cake and pizza, we watched movies, listened to music and talked shit about teachers as you do. Now though, since my parents were pretending they couldn't hear us yelling from upstairs instead of from the kitchen, the wheels started to fly off. I knew that would happen, but I thought like truth or dare or Cards Against Humanity. Not the occult, which is the equivalent of the wheels lodging themselves in the ceiling.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Harry Potter to the point where the librarians have banned me from checking them out again (true story) because reading them ten times is apparently ‘not healthy’ and I need a new interest. I also fricking love SPN and all that jazz and have done extensive research into all of the creatures and myths mentioned, but I don’t want that shit in my house. I’m already 90% sure room is already haunted, and I don’t need a fucking demon in my house.
“Guys, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Oh come on, you know it’s not real. Just do it for the aesthetic. Then we have cool pictures!”
Ugh.
“Fine” I muttered. This did not sit well with me. I wandered into the kitchen to get salt and a lighter and came back with a cat instead.
“Stella, Dim-star, ember of my life, my friends are fucking stupid,” I whisper into the top of her head, “but we love them anyway. Don’t eat their hair.” I set her down and she proceeds to fall off the couch.
We set up on the floor of the living room, pushing the old rug out of the way so we don’t light it on fire or still salt or water on it. We sat in a circle and I read the warning attached to the spell we found online.
“‘Works best when the veil is thin. Samhain or Halloween as it’s become known work best.’ It’s September.” I say looking around. Chloe shrugs.
“Close enough.”
I handed the spell to the person next to me and made them read it. Any degree of separation I can get is good. As she read I got the tunnel vision that normally accompanies staring at a fire even though I was looking at the tile floor. Sounds muffled slightly and my ears popped. The second she stopped reading, the candle blew out plunging us into darkness. The lights had been turned out for dramatic effect and it was well past 11 p.m. I was booted out of my cozy trance and it felt like all my hair was standing on end. I heard a high pitched whine emanating from down the hall which started to very quickly louder. My cats came bolting into the circle and started to his at my laptop.
I shot up and turned on the lights. All my friends and both my cats were inside the circle drawn on the floor. My cats were… green. My cats were green.
what the fuck
A small rumble started to build as that thought registered in my mind. The pictures on the wall started to rattle and I wound up flat on my ass staring at the ceiling which now contained the remnants of the cake that had been forgotten on the Coffee table. A flash of light. Falling. Silence.