Tartaglia

As you were closing the lights to begin the ritual, you couldn't help but feel a major, captivating feeling that something was following you, or even worse; looming over you. You fixed everything in place to awnser your big time question! Are Incubusses real? You sat down in front of the ouija board, candles circling it, giving you that sense of regret as you moved your hand over it.

"Here we go i guess.." You sighed and closed your eyes, your now trembling hand touching the board. You were expecting to see some ugly ass demon when you opened your eyes..but when you did you came across nothing.

"I knew this paranormal shit was fake.." You cursed to yourself and scoffed. You were about to stand up and open the lights when you felt someone's hand on your shoulder, forcing you down.

"I'll assure you, I am certainly not fake, darling." Your eyes widened as you heard that possessive, monotone voice completely shatter your vulnerable and unprotected opinion.