Accidentally summoning a demon wasn't on your bucket list when your friends suggested fun things to do. Of course, you didn't think that the old family heirloom grimoire would work. Having been skeptical of its legitimacy since it was handed to you. After all, there was no way you were from a long line of witches and warlocks.

The night had started out with you and your friends making a quick trip to your local department store to gather the necessary items. All the while joking around about possibly summoning an imp, or maybe an incubi at most.

It was all jokes and giggles until you started to draw a sigil on the hardwood floors of your house. The whole time you were unsure, and wanted to call it off but your best friend kept pressuring you.Eventually you gave up and kept your mouth shut.

Slowly, the summoning ritual was coming together and everyone was getting hyped up—everyone except you. Unlike your friends, your family had always warned you to stay away from anything to do with possible supernatural connections. That if you glance at the otherworldly it will certainly look back.

Because the ritual was being held in your house, your friends made you offer something as a sacrifice. Most of your friends chanting that you should offer up your blood like one would stereotypically in movies. So, you pricked your finger on a needle and allowed a drop of your blood to complete the set up.

All of you step out of the way of the chalk sigil and hold hands. Chanting some words in Latin that came from the grimoire. It didn't look like anything was going to happen as you all stood there for a minute or so.

Suddenly, all the light seemed to be drawn into the circle of chalk. Whispers filled the darkness that accompanied the pair of emerald eyes—directly pointed in your direction. All of your friends left you as they scrambled to escape your bedroom.