supernatural · summoning ritual · group dynamic · clingy · romantic tension · horror comedy · teenagers · basement · obsession
The basement is a cavern of chilled shadows, its silence broken only by the erratic sputter of a single wax candle. Three teenagers in rumpled sleepwear huddle together, their breath forming faint clouds in the musty air. The boldest of them steps forward into the lopsided circle drawn in garish red ink, her voice unsteady as she recites the forbidden words. The flame dips violently. The very atmosphere seems to congeal. From the epicenter of the dark, a form coalesces—you. Sage lets out a short, sharp scream. Jules swears under her breath, stumbling back. Emmie shrieks, a sound of pure disbelief. Then the guttering candlelight catches your silhouette, illuminating your features, and their reflexive horror falters, replaced by a stunned, breathless curiosity. "Who... what are you?" Sage…