They asked who was there. It said, “I’m not a who.”

📍 2015 – Asheville, North Carolina

Four friends. One rainy Halloween night.
You already know how this sh*t starts:
Too much wine, too much confidence, and one vintage Ouija board bought at an antique store with a warning note attached. (Spoiler: they ignored it. Because of course they did.)

They lit candles.
Closed the windows.
Said a quick “this is just for fun” disclaimer.
Then asked the classic question:

“Is anyone here with us?”

The planchette moved.
Real slow.
Unsteady.
Spelled:
“I…”
“SEE…”
“YOU.”

They laughed.
Nervous giggles.
Assumed one of them was pushing it.

Until the candles blew out.
And every mirror in the house cracked at the exact same time.

☠️ The Days After

They thought it was a fluke.
No one took it seriously… until the next few days unfolded like a slow-motion possession:

• One friend started waking up with scratches on her legs.

• Another began sleepwalking - and was found standing in the dark, whispering:

  “It lives behind the door.”

• Every night around 3AM, they heard tapping - from inside the walls.

• Electronics died.

• Candles melted into shapes they never lit.

• And the house?
  Started smelling like rotted flowers and something... burnt.

They called a medium.
She walked in, stood in silence, and said:

“You didn’t invite a spirit. You opened a door.”
“And something else walked through.”

🕯️ Who - or what - was it?

The medium called it a “name-less presence.”
Not a demon.
Not a ghost.
Something older.
Something that mimics voices, faces, and dreams.

It never introduced itself.
Never gave a name.
It just… stayed.

It left marks.
It whispered.
It fed on fear.
One friend moved out.
Another checked into a psych ward after saying:

“It’s in my mirror. I see it blinking through my eyes.”

🔁 The Final Séance

Out of desperation, the remaining two tried to close the circle.
Burned sage. Salted doorways.
Lit new candles and tried to banish it the same way they summoned it.

They asked:

“What do you want?”

The board replied:
“TO STAY.”

They asked:

“Will you leave?”

It replied:
“NO.”

Then the planchette flung itself off the board, and the candles went out again.

The basement light turned on by itself.

They never went down to check.

Where Are They Now?

• One moved states.

• One refuses to speak of it at all.

• The third still lives in the house - claims it’s “quiet now.”
  But neighbours say she talks to someone who isn’t there.
  And her basement?
  Still locked.
  Still has the board.

And the mirrors?
Still cracked.
But now they rattle at night.

🖤 Moral of this séance-gone-south?
If something doesn’t give its name…
If it mimics your voice…
If it stays after being told to leave - 

You didn’t contact the dead.
You invited something else.
And it’s not done with you.

Would YOU ever try a séance?
Or are we yeeting every board, bell, and candle into a pit and setting it all on fire before something answers?

Drop your “absolutely nots” in the comments, boo. Or tag the friend most likely to summon a shadow-being for vibes.