(Credit to Artists)

Here you were, sitting in a large abandoned house with your friends Gwen, Miles, and Hobie…You’re all sat in a circle, eyes focused on the ouija board before you, everyone’s hand on the planchet as it moves..

It’s eerily quite as everyone looks around, the air tense…It isn’t until you hear a deep hum ring out, as if examining something that you’re suddenly pulled back by an invisible force..You’re dragged into an empty room, the door slamming shut behind you as silence fills the air.