[ WP ] A cult tries to summon a demon/God but manages to summon you instead .

**Dear Diary, ** 
 
 “ Whoa, you can ’ t ignore… It makes no difference to me!! ” I am typing this into the keyboard but the words on the screen stop appearing on the last r of the word ignore. I begin to suspect that my computer has decided to deadlock again and I lean over to flip the kill switch attached to the computer's tower. I do this, but then I realize that I ’ m not actually moving. I think I ’ m moving, I have the sensation of moving, but I ’ m not actually moving at all. In Fact… the world isn ’ t moving either. My colleagues at work are all frozen in there different states of existence. Imagine the pause button just got pressed on the whole universe, but you could still exist in this paused world. 
 
 All of these thoughts and even a few more passed through my head before I realized that the room I was in was starting to look… dim. The walls were sliding both outwards and upwards at a snail's pace. The gaps they were starting to leave were filled in with this oppressively white light. More than white actually, it was pure unfiltered light. Brighter than any light source I had ever witnessed actually. The curious thing though… it didn ’ t cast any shadows. It penetrated everything in the room, and as the gaps got bigger the light got brighter. 
 
 Did I mention the walls… I did right? Well there still moving and now my whole field of vision is just this light… this piercing, intrusive thing. I ’ m starting to get mad. Here I was enjoying my day writing something on the web, and now… Now I ’ m fucking stuck in this white light hell. I hate this, and I don ’ t trust it. 
 
 I must have sat in that white light hell for what appeared to be an eternity, but I could still make out my co workers in the extreme background of my surroundings. They were still frozen and sitting there. I ’ m starting to wonder if this is my life now. A constant state of white light that burns into the retinas every time I blink, but then again I ’ m not really blinking am I? I ’ m frozen too. Well fuck, this has got to be the worst way to spend eternity. What kind of shitty thing is that!? 
 
 
 To say I was annoyed would be an understatement, but then as my annoyance was starting to turn into something tangible like anger, the walls began to appear from outside that oppressively blinding white light. However… they were n't my walls. Not the lackluster builder beige that I stare at for 8 plus hours a day over the top of my monitors. No… this was a different kind of wall altogether. At Least they were n't white, god if they had been white walls I think I would have lost my shit. These new walls were made from cheap wood paneling, the kind you would find in a basement. In fact… I think that ’ s where I am now… a basement. It sure smells like a basement. The lights are out though and because of the new walls I was so thankful of a few seconds ago I can ’ t see the white light that damn near burned out my retinas. Today is just not my day. 
 
 Thankfully after a few minutes I hear some footsteps coming down what might be a flight of stairs. There's some cursing that ’ s followed by a thump as the person stumbles. Then they mysterious person emits an audible click, which I can only assume is the sound of the light switch being flipped, and more of that bright white light fills my eyeballs sending them into another fit of pain and tearing. It ’ s apparently not a good day for my optic nerves either. Before I can recover from the brutal assault on my eyes a ear splitting scream tears through my ear drums and I feel my own vocal cords tighten and stretch as I join the mystery screamer. 
 
 I never did find out what in the hell all the commotion was over, because when I opened my eyes I was back in my office chair. Apparently I had fallen asleep in my chair and fell over. My co-worker was shining a light in my eyes to see if I had a concussion and I was told that I had been knocked out for just a few minutes. They were on the phone with the local emergency services when I had come too and I declined the ambulance ride to the hospital. I did however, take my boss up on the free remainder of the day to go home and rest up. 
 
 That ’ s where I am now actually. I ’ m at home sitting in my recliner waiting on my wife to finish cooking dinner and in the background I can hear the news is on the TV. I ’ m about to turn the channel when I hear the news lady start talking about how a group of kids in the next town over had been found dead after a tragic group suicide. The kids parents are on the TV talking to Susan Lake, channel 13 ’ s new TV reporter, about how the kids were supposed to be playing one of there boardgames that they love so much. As I listen to the story for a bit I get a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. It ’ s probably just hunger, it has been a weird day and I am awfully hungry.
