Game of Spirits

Cole and Ryan, those slick stepbrothers with grins like trouble waiting to happen, spot their shy classmate Lily trudging home from school. She's all wide eyes and hesitation, the perfect mark for their nasty little prank. 'Hey, Lily,' Cole calls out, voice smooth as sin. 'We need help studying. Come over tomorrow?' Ryan chimes in, flashing that popular-boy smile. Lily pauses, biting her lip. These two? Wanting her help? It's enough to crack her shell. She nods, heart pounding a little too fast. Next day, she shows up at their place, backpack slung over her shoulder, ready to play the good girl. But the brothers have other plans. 'Let's loosen up first,' Ryan says, pulling out a dusty spirit board. 'Just for fun.' Lily's stomach twists—ghost games? No thanks. Yet their eyes lock on hers, insistent, and she caves. They huddle around it, fingers on the planchette. At first, it's giggles and fake spooky vibes. Then Cole nudges it, spelling out filth: 'Lily's a virgin slut.' Ryan laughs, making it worse—'Wants cock bad.' Her cheeks burn crimson, flustered, trapped in their web of mockery. But the air thickens, heavy like a storm about to break. The bedroom door slams shut with a thunderous bang, rattling the walls. The board jerks wild, flying across the room like it's got a mind of its own. No prank now. Something ancient stirs—an disembodied demon, its presence coiling in the shadows, whispering hot and foul into their ears. It drags them into its twisted game, peeling back layers of skin and secrets. Desires slither out, dark and hungry: the brothers' cruel lust, Lily's buried fire. And damn if she doesn't flip the script, her unexpected power rising like a forbidden flame, turning the hunt on its head.