I fear this will be the last thing I ever write. I’ve never been a superstitious man but I did enjoy reading about ghosts and the like but i've never really taken them seriously. However in this story that is not the case. I guess I should start with the beginning. The year is 2013, society has gotten their heads out and stopped worrying about the end of the world, but for me, it was the beginning of the end. When I was 14 I learned about this website called thefl!pside.net. It was a strange website devoted to paranormal and dark arts. I for one did not believe in any of that type of melarkey so I read a great deal of stories and I found one dubbed simply the ritual. I looked into it and saw there were steps. It was a run of the mill
