The Séance Circle: The Beginning of Evil

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Summoned Shadows: A Séance Gone Wrong

The night was cloaked in an eerie silence as the full moon cast its pale glow over the abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town. A group of five friends—Emily, Jake, Sarah, Michael, and Laura—stood at the threshold, their breaths visible in the cold night air.

"Are you sure about this, Emily?" Jake asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Emily nodded, determination in her eyes. "We need answers. This place holds the key to the mystery that's been haunting us."

The group stepped inside, the old wooden floorboards creaking under their weight. Dust particles danced in the air, disturbed by their movement. They made their way to the grand dining room, where a large, round table awaited them.

Sarah set up the candles, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. Michael placed an old Ouija board at the center of the table, its letters faded but still legible.

"Let's begin," Emily said, taking a deep breath.

They all placed their fingers on the planchette, the room growing colder with each passing second.

"Is there anyone here with us?" Emily asked.

The planchette moved slowly to 'Yes.'

A chill ran down their spines.

"Who are you?" Jake inquired.

The planchette spelled out: 'E-V-I-L.'

Suddenly, the candles extinguished, plunging the room into darkness. A guttural voice echoed, "You have summoned me."

Panic ensued. The friends tried to leave, but the doors slammed shut, trapping them inside.

"What do you want?" Sarah screamed.

"Your souls," the voice replied.

Shadows moved independently, forming grotesque shapes. One by one, the friends were separated, each facing their deepest fears.

Emily found herself in a room filled with mirrors, her reflection distorting into a demonic version of herself.

"You brought this upon us," the reflection sneered.

Meanwhile, Jake was trapped in a corridor that seemed to stretch infinitely, whispers taunting him from all directions.

"There's no escape," they chanted.

Sarah faced a room where the walls bled, and the floor was littered with bones.

"Your end is near," a voice hissed.

Michael encountered a library where books flew off shelves, pages turning rapidly, revealing images of their impending doom.

Laura was in a nursery, haunted by the cries of unseen infants, cradles rocking on their own.

Desperate to reunite, Emily focused her thoughts, recalling a protection spell her grandmother once taught her. She chanted, "Light protect us, darkness begone."

A blinding light filled the mansion, the shadows shrieking in agony. One by one, the friends were pulled back to the dining room.

The doors burst open, and they fled into the night, the mansion collapsing behind them.

Gasping for breath, they looked back at the ruins.

"What was that?" Michael asked.

Emily replied, "An ancient evil we should never have awakened."

From that day on, the friends never spoke of the séance again, but the nightmares persisted, a constant reminder of the darkness they had unleashed.

And deep beneath the rubble, a faint whisper echoed, "This is only the beginning."

Days turned into weeks, but the terror refused to fade. Each night, Emily would awaken, drenched in sweat, visions of her demonic reflection haunting her dreams. She tried to brush it off as stress, but the sensation of being watched lingered like a shadow.

One evening, as Emily sat alone in her apartment, the phone rang. It was Sarah, her voice trembling. "Emily... I think something followed us."

Emily’s heart raced. "What do you mean?"

"At night, I hear whispers. Last night, I saw something in the mirror. It wasn’t me."

Emily swallowed hard. "I’ve been having the same nightmares. Maybe we need to do something about it."

"Like what? Another séance?" Sarah’s voice was laced with panic.

"No," Emily replied. "We need to end this. Seal whatever we awakened. We’ll need the others."

They agreed to meet at the local library—a safe, public place. Jake arrived first, his face pale. "I’ve been seeing shadows. They’re everywhere, Emily."

Michael joined them next. "The books in my apartment keep flying off the shelves. Last night, one hit me in the head. It was a book on demonology."

Laura appeared last, her eyes bloodshot. "The nursery... the cries... they won’t stop."

Emily took a deep breath. "We need to finish what we started. My grandmother used to talk about cleansing rituals. We have to go back."

Fear rippled through the group, but they knew it was their only option.

That night, under a new moon, they returned to the ruins of the mansion. The air was thick with a sense of dread. Michael carried salt and sage, while Laura clutched a worn leather book Emily had found in her grandmother’s attic.

"Everyone ready?" Emily asked, her voice steady despite her fear.

They nodded, forming a circle where the dining room once stood.

Emily began to chant from the book, her voice growing stronger with each word. The ground trembled beneath them as a black mist rose from the cracks.

"It’s working!" Michael shouted, his eyes wide.

The mist thickened, forming a shape—a grotesque figure with hollow eyes and jagged teeth. "You cannot banish me," it growled, its voice a blend of a thousand screams.

Laura screamed, but Emily gripped her hand. "Stay strong! Keep chanting!"

The figure lunged at Jake, who ducked just in time. "This is insane!" he yelled.

Emily’s voice reached a crescendo. The figure howled, its form flickering like a dying flame. A bright light burst from the center of the circle, forcing the mist back.

With a final shriek, the figure dissolved into nothingness, leaving only silence.

The friends collapsed, exhausted. Emily opened her eyes slowly, the book still clutched in her trembling hands.

"Is it over?" Laura whispered.

Emily nodded. "For now."

But deep in the shadows, a pair of red eyes blinked—patient, watching, waiting for the next chance to emerge.

The friends left the ruins, the dawn breaking on the horizon. Though the immediate threat was gone, they knew the evil had only been weakened, not destroyed. They would forever carry the scars of that night.

As they parted ways, Emily felt a renewed determination. She would learn everything she could about the darkness they had unleashed, and one day, she would end it once and for all.

The battle had just begun.