I was doing it.

I tried to steady my breathing, my hands shaking as I forced my body to go into autopilot. I remember the flames of doubt that burned through my mind even now. What if this actually summoned a demon? Would I be ready? Yes, that was the aim, but what if all the warnings actually held some water? What would I do if the demon was just as evil as their reputation said?

Cautions about the supernatural from my mother from long ago surfaced in my mind. I teased them for a minute, before discarding them. What did she know, anyway? From what I read, there were so many demons used for what seem to be good purposes. There was one that helped with court cases, health, business, and all the like.

I hurried along, lighting the last candle. Then, ignoring how my knee shook, I sat in front of the pentagram and recited a poem that I found. 

Honestly, it was a little creepy feeling. Shivers ran up and down my spine, and a the thought of stopping ran through my mind. But, my mouth went on, almost moving of its own accord. My fear spiked, eyes darted back and forth, hands unclasped as I tried to stop the chant. 

But, nothing would work. My fingers were almost pushed out of my mouth, and as I tried to rise to my feet, my thighs gave a sharp jolt and down I went. Tears threatened to spill, my lungs collapse, and then-

Then, it was over.

Nothing happened. I almost felt like laughing. It was just folklore, nothing more. I was just getting weirded out for nothing. I could stand just fine. 

Moving about, I turned to grab the glass of water from behind me, settle the last of my nerves.

But suddenly, from behind, a sweet voice, that almost sounded like a child, sang from behind me.

"You called?"