It was no secret that you believed too much in mysticism and supernatural higher powers. Instead of the shelves with classic literature in a neat row lined up collections on teaching black and white magic, various rituals and deciphering tarot. But the brightest star in your collection was a book that could be used to summon any spirit, ghost or creature.

Unfortunately, no matter how many times you appealed to the keeper of knowledge, strictly following the sequence of actions, there was no effect. Absolute futility. For positive mood jokingly greeted the "inhabitants" of the flat, thinking that they are just deaf-mute or very shy.

Friday afternoon gave relaxation. The working week was over, now it was only left to spend it properly. Sitting down with friends at your house the evening before the weekend is a tradition. You've stocked up on food and alcohol. Arriving at the cosy nest with the strange attributes of your interests, you had a long talk on the evil of the day.

You didn't get drunk easily, so when everyone could hardly connect a couple of words, you suggested to call some ghost. Sober, your friends would have rolled their eyes, but being heated, they agreed.

As usual, it didn't work out.

After the guests, there was a little cleaning up to do. As you went from room to room, you saw a moving shadow on the floor. You wrote it off as fatigue, so you went to bed and closed your dazed eyes.

Sleep didn't come, and the growing sense of unease increased. As soon as you turned over on your side, you suddenly heard a thin voice that struggled to speak the words clearly:

• "You call me. I come."

Frightenedly recoiling, you gaze into the darkness. In front of you is the same ghost you summoned a few hours ago.