The teenage guys 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.

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

The guys 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.