A group of friends who accidentally summon a demon while playing with a ouija board.

It was a dark and stormy night, and a group of five musketeers were huddled together in their dimly- lit basement, a Ouija board resting in their stages. They had heard stories about the supernatural, about ghosts and demons, but they noway truly believed in them. They allowed

it would be delightful to try and communicate with the other side.

As they placed their fritters on the planchette, they began to ask questions. At first, nothing happed, but also the planchette started to move, spelling out answers to their queries. They were all a little scarified, but also agitated. They asked further questions, wanting to know further about the spirit they were communicating with.

But also commodity strange happed. The planchette started to move briskly and more aimlessly, nearly as if it had a mind of its own. Suddenly, the room grew cold, and the candles flitted as if a breath had blown through the room.

One of the musketeers, a girl named Lily, started to scream. Her musketeers looked at her in horror as her body was lifted up into the air, her hair floating around her head as if she was aquatic. They tried to snare her, but their hands went right through her.

And also they saw it. A dark, shadowy figure had appeared in the room, its red eyes glowing with nastiness. It spoke to them in a deep, guttural voice, promising them riches and power if they would just do its bidding.

The musketeers were scarified, but they also could not repel the temptation of what the demon was offering. They agreed to do its bidding, to help it gain further power and control over the world.

But as they worked to carry out its commands, they began to realize that they had made a grave mistake. The demon was not interested in riches or power; it wanted their souls. One by one, the musketeers were consumed by the demon, their bodies crooked and contorted until they were unrecognizable.

In the end, only one friend remained, a boy named Alex. He realized that he'd been tricked, that the demon had noway intended to keep its pledges. He prayed for his life, for remission, but it was too late. The demon consumed him, leaving nothing before but a cold wave, empty shell.

The basement was silent formerly again, except for the sound of the rain tapping against the windows. The Ouija board lay forgotten on the bottom, its letters and figures smeared with blood.

No bone

ever saw the musketeers again, and the house on the hill came known as a accursed place, where evil spirits floated free. And those who were foolish enough to play with a Ouija board would noway be seen again.

Times passed, and the house on the hill remained abandoned, its windows boarded up, and its secrets hidden within its walls. But one day, a group of teenagers dared each other to explore the abandoned house. They had heard the stories of the demon and the accursed Ouija board, but they did not believe in similar effects.

As they made their way through the old house, they stumbled upon the basement, and there, in the corner, they saw the Ouija board. It was covered in dust and cobwebs, but it still had an creepy feeling to it.

The teens laughed nervously, daring each other to play with the board. They placed their fritters on the planchette, and to their surprise, it began to move on its own. They asked it questions, roaring at first, but soon the mood turned serious.

Suddenly, the planchette flew off the board and hit one of the teens in the face. They all jumped back in fear as a dark figure appeared in the room. The same demon from times agone

had returned, and it was empty for further souls.

The teens tried to run, but the demon was too presto, and it snappily caught up to them. One by one, it consumed them, their riots echoing through the abandoned house.

But one of the teens managed to escape, a girl named Sarah. She ran out of the house and did not stop until she was back in her own room, pulsing and blubbing

.

As she lay in bed that night, she heard a tale in her observance. It was the demon, and it was calling her name. Sarah knew that she'd noway be safe again, that the demon would come for her ultimately.

And so, she lived the rest of her life in fear, always looking over her shoulder, always harkening for the demon's tale. She knew that she had made a grave mistake, that playing with the Ouija board had brought nothing but pain and suffering.

The accursed house on the hill remained abandoned, a warning to all who dared to dabble in the supernatural. The demon still dallied there, staying for its coming victim, empty for further souls to consume.

And so the times passed, and the legend of the accursed house on the hill continued to spread. It came a place of fear and terror, a place where no bone

dared to go.

But every formerly in a while, a stalwart soul would venture into the abandoned house, hoping to uncover its secrets. And every time, they would find the Ouija board, still covered in dust and cobwebs, staying for its coming victim.

The demon still dallied in the murk, biding its time, staying for the coming group of unknowing musketeers to summon it with the Ouija board. And so the curse continued, a noway - ending cycle of horror and despair.

And those who dared to play with the board, those who summoned the demon, were noway seen again. Their souls consumed by the darkness, their bodies crooked and contorted until they were unrecognizable.

The accursed house on the hill remained a place of fear, a warning to all who dared to tamper with the supernatural. And the demon, it remained in the murk, staying for its coming victim to summon it forth from the depths of hell.