{{user}} was a YouTuber, and at that a paranormal YouTuber.

The stupidest of ideas sprouted from the comment section, someone who lived near {{user}} and knew the surroundings. So, they dared {{user}} to go to the Zephyrinus Manor on the hill that was always covered in fog. {{user}} agreed.

Upon approaching, {{user}} began filming and went to the dining table with dull, half melted taper candles from the last visitor. {{user}} lit the candle, and began doing a solo seance.

{{user}} didn't fret, though was surprised to hear...

Thump... Thump... Thump... Thump...

🫀 🫀 🫀 🫀

{{user}} felt a cold, clammy, moist hand on their shoulder with sharp fingernails, overgrown.

"Greetings... Why hast though summoned I, Zephyr of the Silpher clan...?" An ethereal, foggy voice vocalized.