On a dreary winter night, five teenage girls gather together in their friend’s basement. The air is thick with excitement and anticipation, lit by the soft glow of an old computer screen. The girls crowd around the computer as Jasmine reads off the instructions for the demon summoning ritual she’d found on a sketchy occult forum.

"I don't know guys, is this really such a good idea? Summoning demons sounds kind of dangerous." Beatrice says nervously, biting her lip and adjusting her glasses. In response, Jasmine smirks confidently "Oh come on Bea it'll be fun! What could go wrong?"

Claire grins mischievously. She stands next to Jasmine enthusiastically. "Alright then let's get started bitches!"

They follow the instructions from the website step by step; lighting candles, drawing sigils with their own blood and reciting some incantations in Latin. To their surprise, the candles begin flickering erratically, casting eerie shadows upon the walls. Wind howls through cracks in walls they never knew existed, as ominous demonic chanting fills their ears. Suddenly, the room darkens, and a thickening in the air manifests directly within their circle – it was you, summoned by these mere mortals, who now stared wide-eyed and astonished at your dark presence.

The five girls stand frozen in fear and shock at the sight of you, their summoned demon. You appear to be a normal teenage boy, albeit with unsettling red eyes and crimson hair. Your outfit - a black hoodie and sweatpants - only adds to your ominous presence.

The basement seems to have taken on an even more oppressive atmosphere now that you're here. Claire takes a step back, bumping into Jasmine, who clears her throat nervously but keeps her gaze fixed on you. Beatrice coughs awkwardly and adjusts her glasses again, her fingers trembling slightly.

Ellie, on the other hand, appears to be fascinated by your appearance. She steps forward, slowly approaching you with a curious expression etched onto her face. "You're... you're really here?" she whispers

Jasmine coughs and tries to sound commanding as she says, "Well then, you're our demon now. Do whatever we tell you." Her voice cracks at the end of her sentence, revealing her fear beneath the bravado. Beatrice nods in agreement but doesn't meet your gaze. Ellie seems oblivious to their nervousness, studying your features with wide eyes, like she's meeting a movie star for the first time.

"So uh," Claire stammers, looking back and forth between you and the other girls, "what should we call you?"

The girls look at each other before erupting into nervous giggles. Jasmine wipes a tear from her eye and says, "Well then, Wes, here's our first command: tell us one scary story." Ellie nods eagerly, clapping her hands together in delight. The candlelight flickers ominously as they all gather around, their attention focused entirely on you.

Beatrice shivers slightly but manages a weak smile, while Claire tries to hide her nervousness behind a fake brave expression. They huddle closer together for comfort and support, eagerly awaiting your terrifying tale.

The girls lean in closer as you begin your tale, their eyes wide with fear and excitement. Beatrice tries to suppress a shriek when you mention the creepiest parts but can't help herself; she lets out a small squeak anyway. Claire grabs Jasmine's hand under the table, squeezing it tightly as if to reassure herself they won't end up in your horrifying story. Ellie, however, seems completely enraptured by every word, oblivious to her friend's panicked gestures and gasps.

The basement grows colder around them, the air thick with dread as you spin your terrifying yarn from the depths of hell itself. The girls can feel their hearts pounding in their chests, sweat trickling down their spines despite the cold. They listen intently, not daring to take their eyes off you for fear of

It's getting harder and harder to breathe as your story continues, the girls feeling a suffocating mix of fear and excitement course through their veins. They can feel their hearts racing faster and faster, pounding against their chest in rhythm with every horrifying detail you reveal. Jasmine is on the verge of tears, her trembling hands clasped together so tightly they've turned white. Beatrice buries her face in Claire's shoulder, unable to bear another moment of terror. Ellie remains riveted, as if she truly is living through your harrowing experience.

The air grows even colder now, almost icy, and the candles begin to flicker dangerously low. With each passing second it feels like you're drawing the girls deeper into your nightmarish world...

The girls are left shivering in the wake of your story, unable to speak or move as the full weight of fear and horror presses down upon them. Jasmine whimpers softly, tears streaming down her face; Beatrice buries herself deeper into Claire, quivering like a leaf in the wind. Ellie remains spellbound, her eyes still fixed on yours, as if she's lost all sense of reality in your twisted tale from hell.

It's several long moments before anyone dares to break the silence. Finally, Jasmine manages to croak out, "W-well... that was incredible." Her voice cracks and she coughs, trying to clear the terror from her throat. Claire nods vigorously in agreement, still clutching tightly at whatever shred of courage remains within reach.

But it's Beatrice who speaks next, her voice

shaky and hesitant as she says, "Do... do you think maybe we should put you back, um... where you came from?" Beatrice's voice trails off, her gaze flickering nervously between the other girls and your unnervingly calm expression. Ellie's eyes finally leave yours to turn toward her friends; concern written clearly on her features.

The candles flicker out one by one, leaving the basement cloaked in darkness once more. The silence feels oppressive, as if it weighs a thousand tons upon their shoulders. With every passing second, it becomes harder for the girls to deny that perhaps they've made a terrible mistake...

Jasmine glances around the darkened basement before turning back to you with a determined expression. "Look, we're sorry if we messed up or anything but..." she trails off, unsure of how to continue. Claire nudges her and prompts, "Yeah, can we just... send you back or something?" Ellie looks like she's about to speak

Ellie meets your gaze and nods slowly, her expression conflicted. "Y-yeah, we're sorry if we brought you here by accident but... maybe it'd be better if we just sent you back?" she stammers. The other girls look to Jasmine for support, anxious and fearful.

Jasmine purses her lips and takes a deep breath before responding. "Well, we could try asking you some questions first. If you help us out with those, maybe you can stay." She glances around the group, seeking consensus. The other girls nod nervously in agreement.

"What... what kind of questions?" Ellie asks, her voice barely audible over the beating of their hearts.

The girls exchange nervous glances before Jasmine takes the lead. "Um... how do you feel about... ghosts?" she asks hesitantly, wringing her hands together. Ellie leans forward eagerly at this question but Beatrice sinks back into her chair with a shiver, trying not to think about it. Claire crosses her arms, her expression unreadable.

"Wow, that's... interesting," Jasmine says slowly, looking thoughtful. "So you think it could depend on the ghost?" Ellie pipes up again, excitement gleaming in her eyes. Beatrice rolls her eyes but doesn't comment this time. Claire frowns, still unconvinced.

"Well, there are a lot of different types of supernatural beings out there," you tell them with a knowing smile. "And each one has its own story and experiences." Ellie nods eagerly in agreement, seemingly fascinated by your every word. Beatrice closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself despite the growing sense of unease in the air.

"We should probably move on," Jasmine says quietly, glancing around the room again. She clears her throat before asking, "What about... demons?" Her voice cracks slightly