The creaking floor boards and the cold spots in every corner, trapped in the center of the room

the only
thing protecting him from the evil spirts longing for him is the ring of salt perfectly placed around him.
Trapped in isolation wanting to break free. the faces in the wall draw him near but he knows he mustn’t
break the circle. he felt a cold draft race from under the door sending shivers down his spine.

It had felt as if all of the windows in the house had been open, suddenly the cold air became stronger,
he could feel the house shudder in anticipation. Waiting for the perfect wind gust to break the circle. he
howled in pain as he felt the circle disperse and the first spirit attack him causing him to fall to the
ground.

He could feel the pressure the young women standing on his chest, breaking his ribs. He cried for mercy,
for he did not know why he was being attacked. His ear began to bleeding from the shrieks she let out.
In his last moments he woke up in cold sweats to find the he was still in the same room, safe in the ring f
salt.