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It was dark. I typically sleep under two blankets, but on this particular night I remember feeling ice cold. I felt someone tug on my arm as they yelled in a language that I didn’t understand, but I still couldn’t see the man who squeezed my right forearm and elbow until hurt. Then my fingers went numb.
All I remember after that is waking up to the sound of my mom opening my bedroom door and the sunlight was coming through my window.
“Wake up sleepy head!” she said, “It’s almost noon.”
I could still feel the pain in my arm as I rolled to the edge of bed to look for my sandals somewhere on the floor. I heard mom going down the stairs and back to the kitchen.
I went to the bathroom and then downstairs. My older brother stared at me as if he wanted to say something, but I beat him to it when I just said good morning and sat down on the stool by the kitchen with my phone and opened up Instagram. Normal day, I guess.
But when I heard mom crack an egg on the counter, I felt sick to my stomach and ran to the bathroom. This part is nasty, but let’s just say that I didn’t quite make it all the way before throwing up.
The day went by as always, stuck at home on a Saturday. I normally would just watch Youtube videos in my room, when I overheard that my brother would be having his friends over again. They were so annoying. They would stay up really late and I swear one of them would go to the bathroom and stink it up every hour throughout the night.
To make matters worse, that same guy rode a motorcycle and parked it in our driveway, so at 2am I would hear the motorcycle starting. I was pretty sure the neighbors would start complaining soon.
I was in the living room when his two friends showed up. They looked at me and said hi, but hesitating to do so. My brother called them over to his room, rushing them in there super awkwardly.
I couldn’t sleep that night. I heard chants and screams. I felt stinging needles crawling like spiders all over me. There was a voice so deep that I couldn’t even tell the words apart. I was terrified like never before.
When I finally was able to shake myself awake, I screamed and my mom came rushing into my room. I remember she was yelling for my brother to come to the room. I remember her desperately demanding the first aid kit and my brother wouldn’t show up.
I didn’t know what was wrong at the time, but I was conscious enough to hear my mom running toward the bathroom, and waking up dad. Mom sprayed some medicine on my arms and I could hear dad pounding on my brother’s room until I heard it swing open.
Then, I went back to sleep.
I woke up in the hospital, both of my parents in the room, a police officer, and a woman in a black power suit looking down at my bandaged arms. She asked me several questions, including things about how I was doing in school and how I felt about my weight. I wasn’t sure what that was all about.
My brother came rushing into the room once the woman waved my parents to come back in and he started crying. He said he was sorry and that he would stop.
My parents were a bit silent around me, trying not to talk about three gashes on both of my arms, but I finally convinced them to explain to me what was happening.
The night I woke up screaming, my dad found a ring of candles and some random items in my brother’s room. It turns out that him and his friends thought it would be fun to try a ritual that they found on a forum on the internet.
They would be granted what they most wanted.
But nothing comes free, not even in the dark world.
I looked up some information on the topic online, but had to stop. Many of the things that they mentioned were coming true, including the messing of my electronic devices. My lights have started flickering. None of it was as scary as what they described the entity to be like. It supposedly only wanted one thing.
The entity would give the people that take part in the ritual what they wanted, and in exchange, it would take what it wanted: