𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎 -creepypasta research

summoning

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ᓚᘏᗢ - by user Ghost0fH3l3n

The night wrapped around the attic like a cloak, it was silent, too silent. I sat alone armed with a ouija board and a pendulum, my heart fluttered with curiosity. This wasn't just any spirit communication; I sought to reach The Lady, known in whispers as K, a figure shrouded in tragedy.

"I wish to communicate with The Lady. K, if you are here, give me a sign," I whispered into the void, my voice trembling with the gravity of my request.

The stillness that followed was suffocating, heavy with expectation. Then, almost imperceptibly at first, the pendulum stirred, swinging with a purpose that sent shivers down my spine. It pointed towards "YES" on the board, signaling her presence, an acknowledgment that sent my heart racing.

Encouraged yet unnerved, I pressed on, "K... The Lady... I seek to understand, to hear your story. Please, share with me."

The air grew colder, the shadows in the corners of the room deepening, as if drawing closer to listen. The pendulum began to swing more aggressively now, and the planchette under my fingers twitched, then started moving with an urgent energy. It spelled out words that made my blood run cold. "P-A-I-N. B-E-T-R-A-Y-A-L."

The atmosphere was charged with a palpable tension. "Tell me more." I urged, despite the fear beginning to gnaw at the edges of my courage.

The planchette moved with frenetic speed, spelling out her tale of woe. "L-O-V-E-L-E-S-S. C-U-R-S-E-D." Each word felt like a stone in my stomach, heavy with the weight of her despair.

Then, the pendulum stopped, and the room was enveloped in a darkness so complete, it seemed to swallow the little moonlight that dared to intrude. A whisper, colder than the air around me, filled the room, "He betrayed me... left me... I wanted revenge..."

I felt a presence behind me, a chill breath against my neck. Panic surged within me, a primal instinct to flee from the darkness that seemed to close in. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

But the whisper continued, relentless, a litany of her vengeance. "No one understands... They called me ugly... Now, I show them true horror..."

The planchette moved on its own now, spelling out "C-U-R-S-E-D" over and over, faster and faster until it was a blur. I tried to pull my hands away, but they wouldn't obey, locked in place by an unseen force.

Tears streamed down my face as I realized the magnitude of what I had done. I had not reached out to a misunderstood soul seeking solace; I had opened a door to the darkness of a vengeful spirit, consumed by her own pain and suffering.

With every ounce of willpower, I managed to stammer out, "Goodbye," and pushed the planchette over "GOODBYE" on the board. The moment I did, the oppressive atmosphere lifted, the darkness receding as if banished by the word.

I sat there, shaking, the pendulum still in the silent room, the ouija board a testament to the terror I had just experienced. The Lady was not just a legend; she was a reminder of the darkness that festers in the aftermath of betrayal and pain, a darkness that, once invoked, is not easily banished.

That night, I learned the true power of the stories whispered in fear.

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ᓚᘏᗢ -this seems real, everything except from the Lady's whispers and her appearing. But ouija board rituals are just like that!

✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧