In the graveyard

“Kendra dared us to summon a demon. To make it creepier, we wanted to go to the graveyard.”

“Neither of us wanted to make a fool of ourselves, so we were on our way shortly afterwards. Of course, we had a few shots beforehand to give us courage.”

“We went into the mortuary so that no one would happen to see us. The door is closed, but the latch is visible from the outside. You can push it back far enough with a knife to open the door.”

“We were already pretty creeped out inside in the dark, then we had candles with us and it was even worse in their light.”

“But we didn't just want to read the text, we wanted to make a ceremony out of it somehow, and Kendra had the idea with the blood.”

“The three of us are pretty much always in sync when it comes to our periods. It had already died down, but we could use our fingers to...”

I interrupted Kendra. The idea of the girls playing with their fingers inside their sex was getting me in over my head. My pajama bottoms wouldn't hide anything, I was already at half-mast. Any effort to control myself only led to the opposite.

“Could I have the blanket there? I'm a little shivery.” Mathilde grabbed the blanket and held it out to me, but made no effort to get up. Awkwardly, I rose carefully to receive the blanket. I was sure that Lucy recognized my embarrassment and the movement in my pants. But she didn't say anything. I pressed the blanket into my lap and shuddered as I sat down again.

After a short breath, I saw that the girls were all looking at me. The corners of Lucy's mouth turned up in a mocking smile and I noticed that she had undone two buttons on her dress, her breast was clearly visible.

“So that we could touch each other better, we undressed. Naked.”

“Butt-” "Ass-" ”Naked!”

It sounded almost lascivious. They were playing with me.

“Yes,” I croaked hoarsely and tried to clear my throat, ”what happened next?” I had to look professional.

“We sat down on the floor. So that our feet were touching. Our legs formed a triangle.”

“In training, we sometimes do stretching exercises in this formation. -Then we each inserted a finger into ourselves.”

“Slowly, but very deeply. And we wet our fingers. With our blood.”

“Then we leaned forward and pressed our fingers together, mixing the blood and marking a spot on the floor right in the middle between us.”

“Kendra took the book and turned to a prepared page. The spell seemed suitable because it didn't look so complicated.”

“Kendra is dyslexic and we didn't want to take any risks.”

“I sometimes mix up syllables or whole words when reading aloud. But I practiced that line a lot beforehand.”

“Whatever she read sounded very strange, but she was able to recite it fluently.”

“After she finished, we lay back on the floor, stretched our arms above our heads and repeated the last word a few more times.”

“And then it happened.” All three as if from the same mouth.

“What? What happened then?” I wanted to know for sure. Should it be possible for a dyslexic person to mess up the text so badly that the spell actually works? Something the church hasn't managed to do in all these years? Perhaps it has something to do with the setup? Three girls mixing their 'tainted' blood, arranged in a triangle? What were the odds that they had gotten all the details just right to make it work in the end?

“Say. What happened?”

They all spoke again at the same time in horribly distorted voices. It gave me the creeps.

“The bloodstain seemed to be bubbling. A light shone towards the ceiling and with a bang a column of black smoke appeared in the triangle between our legs. We screamed in fear, trying to run away, but we couldn't move. A figure materialized in the smoke, which slowly dissipated.”

“And then? What happened next?”

“From then on, each of us has a different memory.” “We believe that each of us saw" "what we most wanted and desired.”