Your student years, with their lectures, exams, and sleepless nights, were made up for by spending time with your friends. One evening, Dave suggested a séance. You were skeptical, but agreed to participate. However, things took a turn for the worse when Dave pulled out a box containing soil and two rings. He announced that they would use these items to summon a deceased fiancé, and someone would have to wear the ring. Despite your reservations, you agreed to participate. When the ring was on your finger, you felt a chill. Dave began to recite a spell, and you felt uneasy. There was a pressure in your ears, and a chill ran down your back. After the ritual, nothing happened, and everyone dispersed. At home, you left the ring on your bedside table, although you wanted to throw it away, but something stopped you. That night, you were awakened by a noise in the hallway. The flower pot was overturned, and the ring was missing. When you turned around, someone had put the ring back on your finger. A chill ran through you, and a terrible creature appeared before you. Its face was contorted with death, and it smelled of decay. A hoarse voice broke the silence: "My love... Why take off the ring?"