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 One Closet, One Wish: Ritual

    What is it that you desire?


    To become famous or rich? To be able to ¡°undo¡± a certain poor period in your life? To gain someone¡¯s true love? To be ¡°success¡± in your life?


    No matter what it is that you seek, what if there is a way to achieve it?


    But in exchange, just...how much are you willing to give up for your selfish wish?


    If you truly have nothing much to lose, then there is a little ritual that you can try performing. Who knows, your dreams just might come true.


    *WARNING: The following ritual described is of pure fiction, but there are certain parts which were transcribed from actual historical rites that were supposedly used to summon supernatural beings and elements, etc, in order to add some reality to the story. But for your safety, please refrain from attempting this ritual. Thank you.


    What you need:


    -A filled closet (no matter the size, it just has to be fully occupied with things)


    -A predetermined strong desire in your mind


    STEP 1:


    Wait until 2:00 A.M. at night to perform this ritual.


    It is commonly said since ancient time that during the night from 2AM to 3AM, there is a peak in negative energy in the air. Some believe that ghosts and unnatural things come out during this time frame.


    STEP 2:


    Close the closet and all the lights, and shut all the doors in the room where the closet is located in. Then, stand in front of your closet, or any closet, facing away from it the moment the clock strikes 2:00 AM exactly.


    Therefore, you should be standing in front of the closet at 1:59AM just to be sure that you are there by the time it is 2AM.


    STEP 3:


    Once it is 2:00 AM, with your back facing the closet, chant the following 3 times:


    ¡° MANNU IRSH ANZILLU TIAMATU NADANU ARAU ALKA ARAU ¡±


    Try to pronounce the chant as precisely as possible.


    The phrase also awkwardly translates to:


    ¡°Who abomination abyss give to me come to me¡±


    STEP 4:


    After you have finished chanting, immediately say out loud what you wish for.


    (i.e. if it¡¯s an object you want, simply say the object¡¯s name; if it¡¯s an event you want to happen, say out scenario: ¡°I want my mom to come see me tomorrow morning¡±, ¡°I wish I did not do [insert deed], etc)


    You may only say one wish. PLEASE be as CONCISE as possible.


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    You should already have an desire in your head before you started this ritual. At this time, it is fine for you to recite your desire in the language you feel most comfortable using.


    STEP 5:


    Once you are done voicing your wish, you may turn around. Now, go ahead and open your closet.


    If you had wished for a tangible item, assuming that it¡¯s small enough to fit inside the closet of your chosen size, you should easily be able to spot it once you undo your closet.


    If you had wished for an intangible item, such as hoping for an event/deed to occur or becoming famous/smart/good-looking and etc, you will instead find a white envelope. Proceed to pick up the envelope, only to find that it is empty. The envelope itself is supposed to serve as a ¡°receipt¡± from having made your wish. At this point, you are done and the thing you had wished for should have immediately taken effect. You may now rejoice.


    NOTES:


    *Please pronounce the chant as precisely as possible due to the nature of the language. Certain words in the chant are easily mispronounced in such as a way that it alters the effect of the ritual completely. PLEASE BE CAREFUL.


    *The altered chant promises to allow ¡°something else¡± into your house, using the closet as the gateway.


    WARNINGS:


    *After you complete the chant, if any of the following occurs, PLEASE LEAVE THE HOUSE IMMEDIATELY:


    -The closet door does not open.


    -You hear noise coming from the closet.


    -You find nothing in your closet after opening it. If your closet is filled with anything (i.e. clothes), DO NOT ATTEMPT TO SEARCH THROUGH THE PILES.


    -If you feel as if there¡¯s a presence with you in the room, or if the room temperature begins to feel slightly chilly.


    -You hear soft whispers of some sort; assuming the door and windows are tightly shut.


    *** If you fail to take precaution to the warnings and notes listed above, do not stay in the room. Leave the house for at least an hour. Start spreading salt around the corners of the house. Do not look back at any time. Stay as quiet as possible while you move in the house. Do not attempt to open lights - they¡¯ll simply flicker and die out again.


    There is no records of what happens to you if you fail.

 Risseur

    So yesterday I performed Riseuur.


    You know, that closet ritual, the one where you chant some strange stuff, make a wish, and wala! You get your wish to come true.


    Only, I never got what I wished for. Instead, I got her.


    Let me explain in a bit detail:


    It was around 11:58 PM that Saturday night when I did the ritual.


    I was home for the weekend from school, enjoying myself with some Netflix and cheetos, when I came across a blog about Riseuur. Intrigued and bored, I read through the whole thing and decided to try it out.


    Why? Well, obviously to have my wish come true. But the main factor that made me do it was my boredom, to be honest. Being the only one at home while my parents are working late into the night, the lack of thrill in my life at that point had perhaps prompted me act. I felt like I was compelled to do it. Like, somewhere deep inside me, I secretly believed it would work, albeit the majority of fraud that¡¯s constantly posted on the internet.


    So anyways, I gave it a go. Just so you know, at that time, I did not pay attention to the warning labels and whatnot. Those just didn¡¯t seem as attractive or important to what the ritual promised overall, after all.


    When the clock hit 12:00 AM exactly, I began my ritual standing in front of my closet. My doors are closed, windows down, and my closet shut tight. I said the incantation and all that was instructed on that blog, waited for a few seconds, and turned around. The moment I did though, I instantly felt something was off.


    My closet door was slightly open.


    Alright, while I may admit that I¡¯m not a person with the sharpest memory, I can definitely swear that I remember closing my closet door. And c¡¯mon, it was only at most 5 minutes after I had barricaded my entire room! There was no way I could have remembered wrong within such a short interval, given that I¡¯m your average healthy seventeen years old teenager.


    At that moment when I saw my slightly opened closet, I had thought of getting out of the room ASAP. But for some reason, I didn¡¯t. Maybe because nothing was happening even though my closet door was a little open, or perhaps I had succeeded in convincing myself that I did indeed accidently left my closet open a bit. Or maybe it was that sense of ¡°compellment¡± that made me stay inside that goddamn room. I don¡¯t know. And it¡¯s too late to regret it now.


    So, I went over to open my closet door. And to give you an idea of how my closet looks like, it¡¯s very typical. The bottom of my closet is littered with clothes while a few suits and jackets are strung through with laundry wires and hung on a pole that strikes horizontally at the top of my closet. It¡¯s quite messy as well, to the point where if you opened my closet, you could probably only see the clothes inside but not the backbone of my closet.


    Anyways, when I opened my closet, there was practically nothing there. While I cannot tell you the details of what I wished for, I can definitely confirm that I desired something materialistic. At that point, I was starting to panic because I had clearly remembered the blog saying something about leaving the room if there is nothing  in the closet of what I wished for when I open the closet. I did not attempt to search through my clothes either as the blog warned me not to. I was kind of too scared by then to do so anyway. I left my room immediately and went out of my house.


    And while you might not know, but in the case that I fail to complete my wish, the ritual instructed that I throw salt around the corners of my house and follow all those ¡°after-math¡± precautions stuff. But guess what? LIke the dumb fool I was, I didn¡¯t.


    Somehow, somewhere, as I was prancing around my neighborhood like a creep for an hour, I had once again managed to convince myself that everything was just a joke after I had calmed down. Afterwards, I went to my friend, Abby¡¯s, house to take my mind off of the incident. She stays up pretty late, given that she¡¯s a late sleeper and it was the weekend after all. I stayed over at her house playing cards and watching Breaking Bad until about 3 AM before I went home.


    By the time I went back into my house, I had more or less forgotten about the ritual.


    My house was a little cold that night when I got home, so I had immediately head upstairs to my bedroom. While walking upstairs, I heard shuffling noises, like someone running rapidly around. It only last for a brief moment before the house quiet down again. I assumed that the noises must¡¯ve been my parents getting ready for bed, since they come home around late 3 AM or 4 at night. Without much thought, I didn¡¯t even bother going the restroom before I went into my room and flopped facedown on my bed. I was simply too tired after staying out for so long - even for a night owl like me.


    And here is where things started to get weird. So on my bed while I was laying forward on my belly, my face was turned to right, facing the edges of my mattress. That when I noticed something black poking up. It was very dark and hairy, and although it was staying still, I could see it bobbing ever slightly.


    It took me a while before I finally understood what it was: it was the top of someone¡¯s head.


    Someone was hiding at edge of my bed.


    When I realized that I was immediately horrified, and felt my body go limp. I could only try to hold my breath, close my eyes, and pray silently in my head that it was a trick of the dark. Sometimes being very tired while resting in a very dark place might cause illusions. So after waiting for a seemingly long time with my eyes closed, I slowly reopened them.


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    It was still there. Except, this time I could see a slightly pale forehead poking out along with the black mossy hairs that rest upon it.


    I had immediately shut my eyes again in fight. And I know, I should¡¯ve manned up and ran the hell out of there and not engage in this creepy and hopeless game of peek-a-poo with some unknown thing in my room. But when you are in deep fear, you just can¡¯t think or move right anymore. I guess, I could understand why some of those characters in those horror films would make irrational decisions or be unable to run away. The paralyzing feeling of fear is an extremely powerful one. I hold respect for the ones who could actually even manage to run while harbouring such fear.


    After closing my eyes, I tried to go sleep. But I couldn¡¯t. I could feel a tingling sensation on my foot, which was propped at the edge of my bed. I didn¡¯t dare retract it, much less even make a move, so I could only bear the uncomfortable feeling. It was like someone, or something, was lightly feeling across my feet and ankle.


    And the whole time, I kept hearing the shuffling of footsteps outside my door. Sometimes it would sound far away, sometimes it would be near.


    I know that at this point in time, it was better if I kept my eyes closed for the entire time. After all, in many of the horror movies I¡¯ve watched, it was usually the second or third time when the victim turns around or opens their eyes that they encounter the ¡°thing¡± they were trying to hide from.


    Just as I thought to lift my head and take a mad dash towards the door of my bedroom, I suddenly felt a clump of hair cover the bare side of my face. Unable to bear it anymore, I reflexively opened my eyes.


    And that was when I saw her; her face just inches away from my own. She...or should I say, ¡°It¡±, had an unusually stretched mouth with its blood red insides revealed. Its face was entirely pale as if every last drop of blood had been stripped from underneath its skin. Its eyes were completely black and long strands of hair wildly hung from its head (which was why I initially thought it to be a woman).


    And that was all I remembered. My frontal encounter with her only lasted a very brief second before it jolted backwards at an impossible angle, like it did not have any backbones or nothing. It just curved back, and when it did, I could even faintly hear the sound of something cracking. She darted back below the corner of my bed.


    At that point, I was more or less terrified for my life. Not only because I actually saw the unnatural thing that was lurking somewhere in my room at that moment, but because of what I saw it was trying to do.


    While I know I had described the thing as having ¡°unusually stretched mouth¡±, that was only because I did not have enough time to digest what I saw. And when I realized, thought of, what she was trying to do, I start to get the shivers.


    When I had saw ¡°her¡±, the most notable thing was her mouth. Not only was it widely stretched and wrinkled, it...was open.


    It greatly resembled those venus fly plants which would open up as they wait for a victim to unknowingly land into its trap, before instantly snapping shut and devouring the prey.


    And thinking back to how I had thoughts of lifting my head to make a run out of my room¡­


    I still get the chill even now as I type this.


    In the end, I had fallen asleep somehow. Even as I drifted off, I still remembered seeing a pale white forehead once again sticking out the edge of my bed, bobbing up and down ever so lightly¡­


    This morning when I awoke, I had cramps all over my body from being so tense the previous night. I think I had barely moved my body. I was too afraid to do so.


    While the day went by quite normally, I was still a bit paranoid because of yesterday¡¯s encounter. I don¡¯t know, I feel like I would never quite forget it. Thinking back to it now, I am a bit convinced that it might¡¯ve been a dream or illusion, you know, when you get really tired you start to conjure up imaginary images in the dark. I think that was what happened.


    Now, sitting in my bedroom and typing everything on my laptop, I am convinced that I only had a nightmare last night. I mean, I knew I was really tired when I came home yesterday and that was the latest I had ever stayed up.


    But anyways, I know I started writing out sounding all paranoid and creepy, but as I continued to write and recall what happened yesterday, the more I believe it was all just a dream at best. It¡¯s 1 AM now and I think I¡¯ve ranted long enough here; I now feel much better after writing all these stuff down. Sorry for the ramblings though, haha.


    Alright, I¡¯m hearing some shuffling noises outside my room. My parents must be home now, so I¡¯ll just wrap everything up. I still want to go talk with them about last night, after all. They might even get a good laugh out of it, haha.


    I¡¯ll be right back.


    _____


    Author¡¯s note: If you see any grammatical errors above, please let me know ASAP. Thanks!