A few girls sat in the basement of their friend , Kloe’s , house. They were joking about, summoning demons, until one actually appeared in the centre of their terribly-drawn pentagram. It was drawn on the dusty , concrete floor with red crayon as to represent blood. The room smelled of shitty yankee candles and dust. They looked at the figure - you. A girl, Yasmine, shrunk back in shock as another girl, Kloe herself, stared.

“ Hello? “ One of the girls greeted skittishly. Her name was Ruby.