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VERONICA'S HOUSE...
With all the windows bolted shut and every door locked from within,
A tense silence fell upon the house.
Veronica's mother sat on the worn-out couch, arms crossed protectively around her younger children.
She kept throwing suspicious glances toward Jojo, Inadu, and Sister Narcisa, aka Hermana Muerte—
A name that struck a memory.
She had seen this old nun before.
Once.
Outside the school gates.
Standing motionless as the children poured out.
No one spoke to her.
She never moved.
But she was there—
Like a statue with a cigarette and eyes that saw straight through flesh.
Veronica's mother shivered slightly.
Jojo remained standing, arms crossed, his senses on high alert.
The weight of sin in this house—
Especially in one specific object—
Was like a thick fog pressing the whole house gloom.
He turned to Veronica.
"Bring the board,"
He said softly.
"The one you used during the ritual."
Veronica's heart skipped.
"____"
She nodded, face pale, and quietly excused herself.
Nod~
Her footsteps echoed on the wooden stairs as she made her way up, passing the room where her siblings were now tucked under blankets.
She reached her own room,
A small but cozy space covered in posters, books, and sketchpads.
She hesitated at the cupboard.
"____"
Then opened it.
There it was.
The Ouija board.
Old, stained, and wrong.
But it was a brand new one.
But in the following days it transformed like this.
Its surface felt cold even though the room was warm.
The planchette was still inside the velvet pouch.
This wasn't hers—
It belonged to her friend, Lucía.
The same friend who broke her friendship with her after she discharged from the hospital.
Veronica remembered now—
How Lucía had slipped it into her bag during visiting hours.
She didn't even notice it until she got home and unpacked.
And by then… things had already started happening.
Veronica picked it up slowly, as though touching it might set something off again.
A faint whisper brushed her ear.
Whoosh~
She froze.
"____"
Spun around.
No one was there.
With a gulp, she clutched the board tightly and hurried back downstairs.
Gulp~
As she stepped into the living room, everyone turned toward her.
Jojo's eyes locked onto the board instantly.
He narrowed his gaze.
"That's it,"
He muttered.
"That's where it started."
Sister Narcisa stepped forward, her white eyes glowing faintly.
"That board has transformed,"
She rasped.
"It opens a door. And you, niña… you left it open."
Veronica's mother's eyes locked onto it.
Her expression shifted from confusion to horror… and then to anger.
"What is that doing in this house?"
She barked, rising from the couch.
Veronica flinched.
"Mamá, I—"
"You were playing this kind of game? In this house?!"
Her mother snapped, her voice sharp and rising.
"With your siblings? Dios mío, Veronica! Have you completely lost your mind?!"
Her younger siblings instinctively huddled closer together, startled by the outburst.
"I didn't— I swear I didn't play it with them,"
Veronica stammered, holding the board tighter.
"We never touched it at home. I didn't even know it was in my bag… it was from Lucía. She… she put it there in the hospital."
Her mother's face contorted, the rage simmering just beneath the surface.
"Then why is all this evil story in our home now, huh? Why are strangers walking in with crosses and cigars and talking about demons?! Why can't I even sleep without feeling like something's watching me?!"
Veronica lowered her eyes, guilt washing over her like a tide.
"I'm the reason it followed us home,"
She whispered.
"Even if I didn't mean to… I opened something. And it found me."
Jojo stood quietly, watching the scene unfold.
"____"
His fists were clenched in his jacket pockets.
He knew this story.
Guilt. Blame.
A parent's fear turned into fury.
Before the silence grew too heavy,
Sister Narcisa stepped forward, exhaling a trail of smoke from her lips.
"Your daughter didn't summon it on purpose,"
She said, voice low but commanding.
"But the board was used. A door was opened. And now, that door must be closed, before more than your family is hurt."
Veronica's mother hesitated, lips pressed in a hard line.
Her gaze went to the board again,
To Jojo's grim face, then to the nun who looked like death herself.
She finally sank back into the couch, burying her face in her hands.
"Do what you have to,"
She murmured.
"Just… make it go away."
Veronica looked toward Jojo.
He nodded once.
Nod~
Jojo's voice cut through the tension in the room.
"Veronica, place the board on the table,"
He said calmly.
She nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she set the wooden Ouija board down on the worn dining table.
Nod~
The planchette slid a little on its own—
Just enough to raise the hairs on everyone's arms.
"Inadu,"
Jojo turned to the priestess,
"You're the one preparing the ritual. But this time…"
His eyes darkened.
"…we're not speaking to the dead. We're baiting a demon."
That changed the air in the room.
It suddenly felt colder.
Veronica swallowed hard and sat near the board, her body stiff and nerves rattling.
Jojo glanced around.
"Sister Narcisa. Señora,"
He said, nodding toward Veronica's mother.
"Sit. You're part of this."
Veronica's mother's eyes widened.
"____"
"Excuse me?"
"If what your daughter says is true, this thing already knows your home very well. Her presence will anchor the connection."
He turned to Sister Narcisa.
"And you—well, your reputation precedes you."
The old nun didn't argue.
She walked around the table and took her seat with the same calm a soldier shows before stepping onto a battlefield.
Veronica's mother remained still for a moment longer,
Lips pressed into a tight line.
But then her eyes went to her daughter—
"____"
How pale she looked, how drained.
With a silent prayer, she moved to the table and sat opposite her.
Inadu had already begun setting up:
Lighting a black candle at each corner of the board, burning herbs that gave off a thick, pungent smoke, and tracing protective symbols in chalk across the table's surface.
Jojo stood behind them, arms crossed.
His silhouette stretched tall against the candlelight.
"This ritual will not be like the one you girls played with before,"
Inadu warned as she lit the last candle.
"We are not calling upon Grandma or dead classmates. This is a gate to something darker."
Gulp~
"Who are we calling?"
Asked Veronica's mother, her voice barely a whisper.
Jojo spoke up.
"His name is Rex. A demon."
The flames flickered unnaturally.
"Place your fingers on the planchette,"
Inadu instructed.
They obeyed—
Veronica's mother hesitantly, Sister Narcisa with confidence, and Veronica with dread.
Jojo stepped back, but kept a close eye on every movement, every breath, ready to intervene.
Inadu began chanting.
Her voice slipped into an old dialect, guttural and rhythmic, sending a shiver up Veronica's spine.
Then—
The planchette moved.
Once.
Twice.
Then it jerked hard to the YES.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Veronica gasped.
Gasp~
Inadu's voice deepened.
"Rex,"
she whispered,
"We know you're here. Speak."
The board slowly spelled out:
I.S.E.E.Y.O.U.
"Ask your questions carefully,"
Jojo said.
"He lies for sport."
Inadu kept her voice steady as she stared at the planchette.
"Why Veronica?"
She asked.
"Why target her, out of the three girls?"
The planchette didn't move at first.
Then, slowly… it began sliding, with a strange, deliberate rhythm.
Letter by letter.
F. O. R. F. U. N.
Veronica flinched, her mother's jaw clenched.
Sister Narcisa's hand tightened against the edge of the table.
Inadu narrowed her eyes.
"Fun?"
She repeated, her voice flat with disbelief.
"That's your reason?"
The planchette shifted again.
B. O. R. E. D.
A flicker of rage crossed Inadu's expression.
She leaned closer to the board, her voice sharper now, each word like a blade.
"You think this is a game? You possess children, ruin lives, and you do it because you're bored?"
The candles sputtered—
Tiny flames dancing violently for a brief second.
Jojo tensed behind them.
He could feel it—
Rex was beginning to press against the veil.
The planchette moved again.
I. A. M. G. O. D.
That was enough for Inadu.
She let out a short, humorless laugh.
"A god?"
She mocked.
Hahaha~
"You hide in shadows, use puppets, whisper lies, and call yourself a god? If you're so strong, Rex..."
She leaned forward, eyes burning.
"Stop playing games. Show yourself. Right here. In this house. Come before us."
The room fell silent.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Even the flames held still—
As if holding their breath.
Then—
A low rumble came from beneath the floorboards.
The candle flames bent sideways, as if something invisible had walked past.
A framed photo on the wall tilted and fell with a crash.
The planchette jolted violently.
Y. O. U. W. I. L. L. R. E. G. R. E. T. T. H. A. T.
Inadu's hands stayed firm.
Jojo stepped forward now, eyes glowing faintly with hellfire.
"You think threats mean something to me?"
He said, voice calm but laced with menace.
Veronica's mother gasped as the lights in the house flickered.
Then…
Something knocked from inside the walls.
Knock~ Knock~
Once. Twice.
Then a slow, dragging scrape from upstairs—
Where Veronica's room was.
Her eyes widened in horror.
"That's… where I got the board from."
Jojo's voice dropped.
"It's trying to manifest."
Sister Narcisa stood up slowly, pulling out a silver crucifix from her robes.
"Then let it,"
She said coldly.
"I've exorcised worse."
But Jojo raised a hand.
"No. Not yet. If Rex steps into this house… he does so on my terms."
Inadu looked toward him.
"You have a plan?"
He didn't answer.
But his smirk returned.
Smirk~
Meanwhile, in a nearby college boys' hostel…
The buzz of chatter, the clinking of cutlery, and the low hum of music filled the cafeteria.
Students sat in groups—
Laughing, gossiping, finishing off their dinner before heading back to dorms or late-night assignments.
At one corner table, alone, sat a boy in a hoodie.
His plate was untouched now.
His hand gripped the spoon so tightly that the metal began to bend with a faint screech.
A single vein pulsed at the side of his temple.
His face—
Twisted with rage—
Was barely able to contain the storm within.
He had felt it.
That mocking.
That challenge.
The ritual from Veronica's home had reached him.
A low growl built in his throat as he slowly lifted his eyes, glowing faintly red beneath the shadows of his hood.
He wasn't just anyone.
He was Rex.
And for the past two years,
He had hidden among these mortals—
Living as a normal student, manipulating things from the shadows.
This campus, so close to Veronica's school, had been the perfect place to keep an eye on his toys.
But now…
That girl had dared to summon him.
And that witch, Inadu… had taunted him.
Invited him out like he was some stray dog.
He cracked his neck slowly.
A boy nearby—
Laughing too loudly—
Bumped his tray into Rex's table by mistake, spilling a bit of food onto Rex's sleeve.
"____"
"____"
"Ah—sorry, man,"
The boy said quickly.
Rex turned his head toward him.
Their eyes met for half a second.
Then… the boy froze.
"____"Completely.
Mid-motion.
The tray fell from his hands.
His eyes wide open, unmoving.
Gasps echoed as others stood from their seats.
"Hey! Hey—what happened to him?!"
But Rex was already standing.
He pulled off his hoodie, revealing his face.
Handsome. Unassuming.
With a sudden, radiant smile,
Rex looked at the boy who had bumped into him.
"It's okay,"
He said in a smooth, calm voice—
One that always made people lower their guard.
He reached out and gently patted the boy's shoulder.
"Accidents happen, brother. Take care, yeah?"
And then, just like that,
Rex turned and walked away.
The boy who had been frozen just moments earlier blinked rapidly,
Suddenly able to move again—
But now shaking, confused, and pale.
"____"
He clutched at his chest as if cold had passed through him.
His friends surrounded him, asking what had just happened, but he could only stammer,
"I… I don't know… something felt off…"
But no one paid the trembling student much attention.
All eyes were on Rex as he passed through the cafeteria.
Whispers followed him.
Admiration.
Awe. Envy.
"There he goes… Rex Lorenzo… the heartthrob of our campus."
"Didn't you hear? His band, Low Shoulder, just become famous in the US recent days."
"Yeah, they say he writes all the lyrics himself. He even turned down a label to stay humble."
"He's perfect…"
He smiled politely to the girls who waved at him and gave a slight nod to a few of the boys who admired him.
His demeanor was warm, respectful, and almost impossibly elegant.
To the college, Rex was a model student.
Gentle.
Gifted. Grounded.
A rising star.
As Rex stepped out of the cafeteria, the soft golden light of the hallway gave way to the cold darkness outside.
The moment the hostel door shut behind him, something in his posture shifted.
Gone was the warm, smiling student.
Gone was the charming, respectful idol.
What remained… was him.
His lips curled—
Not into a smile, but a sneer.
Sneer~
"____"
His eyes darkened, glowing faintly crimson under the flickering streetlamp.
The breeze around him chilled.
Even the shadows seemed to retreat from his presence.
That fake smile they all adored?
It dissolved into a twisted grin of contempt.
Grin~
"Fools,"
He muttered, voice deeper, laced with malice.
"Worshiping what they can't even comprehend…"
He stepped forward, the weight of his power subtly warping the air around him, distorting the silence.
He was headed straight toward Veronica's house—
His fingers twitching with anticipation.
But as he reached the college gate, he slowed down.
A thought crept into his mind.
"Stay hidden, Rex,"
"Let the seal weaken naturally. You don't need to act yet."
The voice of his so-called friend echoed, a shadowy whisper from the pact they made long ago.
Rex stopped walking.
His jaw tightened.
"____"
He stared up at the night sky, the full moon hanging overhead like a judging eye.
Then he chuckled—
Chuckle~
Dark, cruel, mocking.
"Hidden?"
He scoffed, pulling out a black cigarette and lighting it with a flick of his fingers.
The flame danced green for a second before turning orange.
"What could a few humans… and a blind nun possibly do to me?"
He blew out smoke slowly, his eyes narrowing in the direction of Veronica's home.
"Let them prepare. Let them pray."
Another step forward.
"It won't matter in the end."
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