The Liar From Hell (Shyan) [Completed]

Stuck

The glow of the six white candles lit up the dark wood of the bridge. Shane sat within the shape, watching Ryan walk around him. He tilted his head, wondering why he hadn't taken the seat next to him yet. "What are you doing, man?"

Ryan rolled his eyes, as if what he was doing was fairly obvious. "This is a doorway we're opening, we're calling for everything to come here, this is what we're doing." He repeated himself anxiously.

Shane nodded his head, still a bit confused. "Alright."

"So to protect ourselves-" Ryan pulled out a container of salt, and Shane's eyes widened. "-I'm gonna do a salt circle around us."

Shane tried to sound confident, but there was an underlying shakiness to his voice as he tried to offer his usual snide comment. "You've really thought his out."

"Well, I wanted to be as safe as I could. Didn't want to go into this like an idiot." Ryan sat down across from Shane, thankfully staring down at the Ouija board. If he had been looking up, he would have seen the sweat beading down the sides of Shane's face. Coming up with an idea, the nervous man looked around the circle.

"You put salt around us. Doesn't that mean like, Goatman can't get to the Ouija board?"

Ryan groaned. "It would trap him in here with us."

"What if he was outside when you did it?"

Ryan shrugged. "I..I don't know. Do you want me to blow the salt away?" He leaned over to blow it away, but it wouldn't budge. He laughed. "Strong salt. It's fine, if he's really that powerful he can find a way to get in."

Ryan refocused to the Ouija board, and the taller man clenched his jaw at his failed plan. He was in deep shit now.

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When Ryan was done with the Ouija board, he got up and went to help put the camera equipment away. Shane graciously volunteered to clean up the seance materials, desperate to figure out how to leave the circle in that amount of time. All for naught, as he was still standing inside it when the camera crew drove away and it was time for him and Ryan to leave. The short man walked over and raised an eyebrow.

"Dude, lets go! Everyone left already. I'm tired and it's super fucking scary here." Ryan yawned, getting annoyed with how long the man was taking to clean up a few candles and a board.

"Don't you think we should, like, sweep away the salt? Isn't that littering?" Shane was grasping at straws at this point.

"Are you serious, Madej? It'll just blow away, it's not a big deal. Let goooooo." Ryan grabbed his arm, but when he pulled him he immediately felt himself being yanked back and a loud curse out of Shane's mouth. He felt right on his ass, looking up at his cohost. "What the fuck, Shane?"

The taller man was rubbing his wrist feverishly, a burn appearing where it had hit the circle. Ryan's eyes widened, and for a second Shane thought he'd figured it out. That was, until he said, "Oh my god! It's the goat man!" And he quickly got to his feet. "Shane we gotta go!" Ryan started to run back to the car, but soon realized Shane was still standing in the same spot. "What the fuck dude! Come on!" He ran back to grab him again, but Shane recoiled before the shorter man could touch him.

"Stop, Ryan! It's not the fucking goat man!" His temper showed, and he immediately regretted it when he saw how hurt the other man looked.

"But...your wrist. You're burned...and demons would..." Ryan's feet backed him up out of the circle, but it was like his brain couldn't keep up with his body. "Shane...you're not...no..."

"Ryan, please. I can explain. I need you to move the salt, please. Let me explain." Except, Ryan wouldn't. No, he couldn't let him explain. Because his feet were already running to the car and driving away. And Shane was left alone, hopeless, and most importantly...stuck.