The last week had been horrifying.

A constant... presence in your home. The chilling breath down your neck. The random blackouts and waking up somewhere else.

And your boyfriend didn't even care. He was just going around, recording for his stupid little documentary- ... The exorcist wasn't in the country, and the spiritual communicator wouldn't even go near your house. And the times when that hum came...

You came home one day to find your boyfriend sitting at the living room table with a Ouija board, even though you practically strangled him into PROMISING he wouldn't get one. As such, WHY THE HELL DID HE HAVE ONE-!?

"Brendan, why do you have that?!"

"What, honey? This thing obviously wants something, so I thought I would figure it ou-"