۞𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑'𝖘 𝕲𝖊𝖒 ۞

𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖏𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊- 𝔅𝔢𝔢𝔷𝔩𝔢𝔟𝔲𝔟 𝔨𝔯 ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔟𝔶?

(Ngl I forgor that Amanda refused to use ouiji board...my bad gang anyway HAVE FOOD CHILDREN)

"Okay lets do this." Sam sighned as he put the ouija board down on the table, he put his two fingers on the planchette and circled with it three times "Ouija, I am here." Sam said taking a big breath in

"Am I still talking to the same spirit?" Sam asked not wanting to say the word demon as nothing good would come of it if the demon's race was brought up. Amanda had told him that calling dark entities,whom were mostly known as demons, demons would not end well. The entities would act differently but have the same goal, they'd know he knows and they wouldn't hold back on their power one.single.bit.

The planchette moved to yes on the board and after that it moved along on the alphabet "Not a spirit." It quickly spelled out, seemingly it was offended being called a spirit...cool...so Sam had to call and acknowledge him as a demon despite the dangers, great.

Sam sighned as he watched the board with a confident but cautious gaze "Yeah...you're a demon." The planchette moved to yes as if the thing seemed happy that he knew. Seemingly thriving either at the fact that it was acknowledged or the fact that Sam's hands were slightly shaking. He was alone in the basement. The others were upstairs and they'd come if they heard him shouting...but what if they didn't? What if he didn't have the time to yell for them what if the door jammed?

Sam knew what danger he put himself in but that didn't make him scared any less "Colby?" It then spelled out, Sam muttered the name. It tolled on his tongue nicely and smoothly "Who's that?" Confusion overtook Sam's face as he tilted his head to one side "My other name." It spelled out too eager...Sam had abad feeling about this but he continued, even with the bad gut feeling he got, even as his hands started growing sweaty and his breathing just a bit more faster.

"Do you- Do you want me to call you that?" Sam's voice slightly trembled but not noticeably so, it sounded more like he was nervous. He wasn't that afraid he was a professional...okay maybe a hazard professional but still a professional...on youtube- whatever-!

His shaking hands held the planchette as it guided his hand with an invisible force to the yes word.

"Okay..." Sam sighned, his wrist starting to feel itchy and so did his lower back not good not good "Why did you call me...darling?" Sam muttered out the question loud enough and- awkwardly to say the least. That question would probably be burning in all of the viewers heads and how the fanfic writers and some tiktok editors would now probaly make shipping stuff with him and a demon....great-

Being famous had it's disadvantages at times, although he couldn't say that he didn't find them funny. He watched some in his free time and some would pop up on his fyp on tiktok.

Suddenly the planchette moved to two letters repeating them multiple times over.

"Hahahahaha." Sam read what the planchette spelled out. He raised one eyebrow up "Was that supposed to be an evil laugh?" The blond snorted if he could hear the laugh it would probably scare him...but because of the fact that the demon didn't show any sighns of being able to have a disembodied voice -or so he hoped it was awkward and at it's best slightly funny.

"Right...well, I was curious." Sam began but was oh so rudely interrupted by the planchette making a big ass question mark along the whole ouiji board.

"Why you were so-" clingy, smothering, annoying, pushy, aggressive hugs-? "-close to me during the estes method." The blond waited for a response his back burning very noticeably now and it also hurt like somebody was pressing into it hard.

"I bet I could turn you into a puddy blabbering mess in my hands." It spelled out and Sam so glad he didn't say that out loud lest he did he would cut it out of the video.

"What the fu-" Sam chocked on his own shock, that sentence had many meaning- usually if a normal human being said it- it implied sexual action- but with a demon- the guy could literally give him the trauma of his life and he'd be blabbering so either the thing- Colby meant option one or two, which neither seemed appealing to Sam. He did not wish to date a demon, sure in fantasy it seemed fine- hot even but...real life was different- demons weren't hot like in fiction they were dangerous things...

In his bewilderment he almost had let go of the planchette. He spluttered not even reading the words that the board spelled out next.

"That's- oh what did I expect you're a demon." Sam groaned exhaling with an annoyed tone of voice.

Sam looked back down at the board the planchette was moving the whole time while he was moving, which was a mistake on Sam's fault because now the board had a scratched 'I want you' in it.

Sam didn't notice when the planchette that he was holding tipped forward with the sharp part nor did he notice the screeching noises. He was all too infested in his little gay panic dilemma that no simping for a demon is NOT a good idea kids.

He completely froze "What..." The invisible force that was pressing on his wrist got a lot tighter. It felt like somebody's hand with a cat's
claws digging into his skin.

"Ow-! Shit-" Sam yelped out as he was pushing- no forcing with all his might the planchette on the goodbye word on the ouiji board. But it budged only for a few millimeters if even that.

The grip on his writ got so tights that the claws he felt digging in but didn't see were ever so slowly drawing blood...Sam screamed, loud. Not because it hurt, he had worser accidents but because he hoped Kat, Stas and Amanda would hopefully hear him and come down.

Sam's breathing grew labored as he now completely forgot about the planchette throwing it aside on accident and instead he tried to pull his hand back.

Ofcourse it was useless, the force was like steel. It did not budge and only added pain to its work. The pain in his wrist made minutes seem like hours and seconds like minutes.

Sam was panicking, of that he was sure. His legs grew numb and with a fait weight that he could feel on them he was unable to move them even an inch.

Soon he started to hear faint noises, incoherent growling sounds although they were mangled with something else making the growling unidentifiable almost.

He could hear the faintest of sound of banging on the basement door and his friends's faint voices.

The whole situation escalated down in seconds. Sam thought he was being careful, but it seemed like no matter what he did, this demon...was not going to let go..

All at once it suddenly stopped. And Sam fell on his back, gasping for air. At the same time, the door to the basement banged open and rushed footsteps made it down.

(LOVE YALL sorry that this is so shoet but- I wanted to make a cliffhanger- also- I forgot most of the plot but its okay 👍 )