The Last Séance

At 3:17 AM, four friends gathered around an old wooden table. They had one rule: whatever happened, nobody was allowed to break the circle.

They whispered a name they found written beneath the floorboards. At first, nothing happened.

Then the candle went out.

A voice came from the empty chair. It whispered one word: “Leave.”

They ran.

All except Daniel.

The next morning, the room was empty. The table was gone. The candles were gone.

Only a single black seed remained on the floor.

Nobody knows who planted it. But something is growing.