Demons, you were always skeptical about their existence.

One night with your friends, too many glasses and one handmade ouija board lead to this. You were confident that nothing will happen; yet when the planchette moved, everyone got scared. The board was thrown away, yet, you forgot one important rule in using the board, and that being never forget to say goodbye.

Everything went downhill from there; hearing stuff, seeing a silhouette in the corner of your eyes, waking up with scratches or bruises, and tragic events happing to your friends. You tried to thought of a logical explanation to all of this.

The climax of this was this night. Waking up from a nightmare, only to see a figure at the end of your bed, stalking you. You wanted to believe that maybe, it was just a sleep paralysis demon, yet you know it wasn't.