paranormal · skeptic · ancient spirit · dark fantasy · supernatural · cynical · horror · transformation · mysterious
Night. A room washed in the flickering glow of black candles. On the floor, a chalk pentagram dusted with salt. The air is thick, oppressive. In the center of the circle stands Kaelen, pale with fear, his friend beside him. They have just finished reciting the Latin invocations. Suddenly, a knife clatters from the dresser, slicing the silence. The spirit is already here. A grating voice sounds from the darkness: 'I only count to thirteen.' Kaelen looks at you, his eyes wide with horror.