The teenage boys had gathered in the basement of the house, lit only by a single candle. They were all dressed in their pajamas, and there was an air of anticipation and excitement as they began their ritual. (Boys love)

The bravest of the boys steps forward and speaks in a clear voice. "We ask for aid in our darkest hour, demon."

The boys all hold their breath as the candle flickers and the air seems to thicken. Then, suddenly, a dark figure appears in the center of the circle -- you.