00:00I don't know why I'm writing this. Maybe because my hands won't stop shaking, and the only thing keeping me sane is the sound of pen against paper.
00:11My name is Veronica, and I swear on whatever is left of my soul, it was a Thursday.
00:18The kind of night where the sky looks bruised, swollen with dark clouds, like it already knows something terrible is coming.
00:27My friends and I huddled inside an empty classroom after school.
00:31Someone had brought a Ouija board, an old one, with faded letters, like they were tired of being touched.
00:38We lit three candles. The moment my fingers touched the planchette, an icy sting shot up my arm.
00:46I wanted to pull back, but my friends laughed, calling me dramatic.
00:52I wish I had listened to my fear. The planchette moved.
00:56Not slowly. Not gently. Fast. Sharp. Like something angry was pushing it.
01:03My heart hammered. I asked, who's there? A single word was spelled, si-s-t-e-r.
01:10I felt my stomach twist.
01:13My father had died not long ago. Someone we used to call sister, as a joke.
01:18But the planchette kept moving. Faster. Scraping the board like nails clawing wood.
01:26HLP. Then the candles blew out. Not one. All at once.
01:32Something cold wrapped around my wrist. Squeezing until I gasped.
01:36I screamed. My friends ran.
01:39The board cracked in the middle.
01:41And in the dark, I heard it, a low, wet whisper, right beside my ear.
01:47You opened the door.
01:48I tried to sleep that night, but every shadow felt alive. At 3.12am, my bedroom door creaked
01:56open. Slow. Deliberate. I froze in my bed. Breathing through my mouth, so whatever was there
02:04wouldn't hear me. From the corner of my eye, I saw it. A figure. Thin. Long arms. Head hanging to
02:12one side, like it was broken. It stood there, watching. I shut my eyes, praying it would go away.
02:21But then the bed dipped beside me. Something cold touched the back of my neck.
02:27Sister, it whispered days turned into a blur. I heard footsteps behind me down the hallway.
02:35Objects fell without anyone touching them. My little siblings cried when I came near.
02:40One night, my mother held my face in her hands and said,
02:44Veronica. You look haunted. She didn't know how right she was.
02:51The final night, I remember writing that I was going to try something. Something stupid.
02:57I tried to close the door I had opened. I lit candles. I drew the circle. I whispered the prayer
03:05I found in an old book. But the air grew thick. Like breathing through water. The shadows twisted
03:13on the walls. And then bang. My bedroom door slammed shut so hard, the frame cracked. The candles
03:20blew out. A scream my scream makoed through the room. Hands, invisible, but so strong. Grabbed me by
03:29the shoulders and lifted me off the ground. I kicked. I cried. I begged. Please. I'm sorry. Please.
03:38The last thing I heard before everything went black was a voice that didn't sound human.
03:44You opened the door. You don't get to close it.
03:49What they found. My mother said she found me collapsed on the floor.
03:54Burn marks on my arms. Bruises like fingers digging into my skin. They tried to save me.
04:01They tried. But whatever I let in. Whatever answered us that night. It never left.
04:16You crossed. After a look at me liaison to my son. You just done it.
04:30You just did it. You decided to just fine. That means ...
04:35I tried. I tried. It never left. How many lines wereGM- responsible?
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