SURPRISE UPDATE: I couldn't wait till Saturday to publish it.

Fair Warning: Horror One Shot. If you can't handle scary/demonic/demented things, DO NOT READ. This is a very demonic, satanic story.

Fun Fact: Everything that happens in this story has happened in a dream I had. Ik. My brain is fucked up. It was a very vivid dream.

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Y/n's Pov:

"Whenever we get to your house, I brought the Ouija board! I can't wait to see how it works!" My friend scoffs at me. "Y/n, you know those things don't actually work, right? It's just a dumb board that is used to entertain people. Don't live in an illusion." Her boyfriend who is also coming over shrugs. "You never know, Cass. Y/n could be right and it could work." My sister laughs and shrugs. "I'm not touching that thing. As a Christian, I refuse to mess with dark magic and dark forces, real or not." I laugh at her comment. "You do you, sister, you do you."

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We are in her room now, and I put the board on the ground. My sister goes out to the living room so she isn't in the room and Cass, her boyfriend, and I put our fingers on the planchette. We start messing around with it, not taking it seriously.

"I'm done with this, it's dumb." Cass is about to take her fingers off the planchatte, but I stop her. "This may be fake or dumb, but we still have to say goodbye, in case it really is real." She rolls her eyes and I count to three. We all say goodbye and take our fingers off of it. I sigh and go into the bathroom, needing a break.

I lean against the door as soon as it's closed, closing my eyes and resting there for a second. When I open my eyes again there is a candle, a cup filled with a clear liquid, and a bar soap. I squint down at it, confused as to how it go there. That's when I look in the mirror and see a hooded figure standing in the corner. I turn to look at it, but when I face it, it disappears, along with the items in the counter.

I walk out of the bathroom confused and ready to tell my friends what I just experienced. When I enter Cass's room, they're on her bed talking and in the middle of the floor, I notice the items from the bathroom.

"Cass! Where did these come from?" She looks at the items and frowns. "They weren't there a second ago." Cass's boyfriend, Jake chuckles. "Maybe it was because of the Ouija board." This makes me and Cass laugh. "Yeah right."

We all sit around the items, laughing and making fun of the different things. "Why would Satan send us a bar of soap?" Cass giggles. "So you stop smelling like shit, Jake." We all erupt into laughter.

An idea sparks into my head. "Cass, you should drink the liquid in the cup." She shrugs, grabbing the drink. "It looks like water." She gulps it down in one sip. Her eyes widen and she laughs. "It's koolaid!" We all laugh harder than we were before.

All of the sudden, Cass grows crazy still. She looks down at the still lit candle and blows it out. Then she takes the soap and rubs her hands on it. The lights flicker and she closes her eyes. Jack and I stay incredibly still, waiting to see what happens next. Her eyes open again and she frowns. "Everything looks weird. And what are those things?" She points to the corner of the room.

For a second everything goes black for me. Then I can see again and I see what she's talking about. There are two tiny demon looking creatures just staring at us. Out of the corner of my eye I see Cass giggling over something Jake has said, but when I look directly at them, their faces are big, long, and distorted.

"Cass?" She looks at me and frowns, but she looks so different. "Does everything look weird to you guys?" Cass shakes her head. "No, I just see weird figures everywhere." I see the figures to, but their faces are distorted.

I grab my phone, feeling dizzy. I pull up my mom's number and message her that I want to go home. As soon as I press send, my sister appears out of no where. "We are all stuck in different time periods. That message won't send." She says matter of factly.

I have a hard time processing what she just said. "But, we're all sitting in the same room, how could we all be stuck in different time periods?" She shrugs. "In this house, we'll all be together, but step outside, and you'll be in whatever time period you are stuck in."

I feel a lump in my throat and I stand up, heading to the bathroom. Everything seems dizzy now that I notice all the weird creatures everywhere.

As soon as I close the bathroom door, i close my eyes. When I open them, the lighting is now a darker shade and the hooded figure is stood infront of me.

(A/n: Everything up until this point was my dream. I had woken up after this. Crazy right? I can't even explain how distorted everyone's faces were. It was the craziest dream I've ever had.)

"Who are you? And what do you want from me?" The hooded figure just stands there, not uttering a word. I sigh, frustratingly, and turn to leave. Right before I get the door open, the hooded figure grabs my wrist tightly, turning me around to face it.

I get a good look at the figure and that's when I notice that I can't see it's face, if it was a face that is. It's just shadow from the hood. All I see is darkness, even this close to it. With my free hand, I reach out and touch where a humans collarbone would be. To my surprise, I feel a chest of a man.

My curiosity rises and I reach up to cup their cheek. As soon as I do, the grip loosens and they lean into my touch. I move my hand out their grip and pull down their hood. My eyes widen.

The 'hooded figure' was a beautiful boy around my age with raven black hair, red eyes, and a red scar on his right cheek bone. "I'm Kook. You're, Y/n, correct?" I nod, remembering my current situation. Why is his face the only one that's not distorted?

"What's going on? What do you want from me? And why is everything distorted? I didn't touch the items!" I look around me, examining my surroundings. "And why aren't there any creatures in here?!"

"That's the problem, you didn't touch any of the items. You were supposed to clean your hands of good, drink the koolaid, and blow out the candle, sealing everything. And since you didn't, you have to see everything distorted. You were only supposed to see our little demons."

"Our demons? Who's our?" He sighs. "The people of hell." My eyes widen. "But, why me?" He rolls his eyes, sighing, impatiently. "Out of a family of Christians, you're an atheist. You were the only who believed that the Ouija board actually worked, and you were the one who made sure you properly said goodbye. Satan chose you. You're his next demon."

Everything hits me at once and the tears I've been holding in make an escape. "This all to much. You're t-telling me that S-Satan chose me to work for him." He nods, frowning at the tears strolling down my cheeks. "I have to die, don't I?" He nods again, frown deepening as more tears go down my cheeks. "Let's get it over with, I g-guess."

"Y/n, stop crying. Your making my dead heart hurt for the first time since I was alive and I don't know why." I frown, letting more tears drop. He grabs my arm and pulls me into a hug. I sob into his chest, letting his cold exterior comfort me. He puts his hand firmly on my back and pushes and for a second, everything goes black. My heart stops along with my breathing.

I can see again, but everything is dull and I'm not breathing. It's a weird feeling, not having to breathe. I look up at, Kook and he smiles. "Take a look." He nudges me to the mirror. I look into the mirror, and see that I have long black hair with bright, red, glowing eyes and thick, black wings. Our appearance is the one thing that isn't dull.

Kook, puts a coat around me, similar to his. "This will keep your wings hidden." I turn around to him and notice the door. "Kook, what about my friends and my sister? Will the demons go away? Will they be in there time again?" He chuckles, it's the first time I've seen his smile. "First of all, call me by my real name, Jungkook."

I smile and nod. "Second of all, since you converted, their curse has been broken. Everything is back to normal, but, they'll remember everything that happened and uh," he points down at my feet. "They'll find your body." My eyes widen at the limp body laying on the floor. I feel the tears prick at my eyes again, but this time, I let them fall.

Jungkook sees this and pulls me in for another hug, shielding my face from what used to be my body. "It's always hard to see it the first time." He pulls away a little bit, making sure I don't look at it again. He reaches around my head and pulls up my hood, causing a darkness to fall over me, but light enough to allow me to see. "We must get going." He holds out his hand. I take it hesitantly and we teleport to a place that is red, gray, and dull.

That's when I see a beautiful figure sitting on a black thrown. "Welcome, Y/n. We've been waiting for you."

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Sooo~ this is my first time doing a horror story. Thoughts and constructive criticism are welcome, just be nice about it, please and thank you.

And yes, I'm being serious when I tell you that this was a dream I had had. My mind is truly fucked up and it was creepy as fuck, but it inspired this one shot.

Saranghae~~ ♡♡
I love you~~ ♡♡