<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The tea.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> "Yes, that would be amazing," you say, and your friend walks to the kitchen to get started on the tea. As you wait, you remember the Ouija board. How was that thing moving on its own? It's probably just some sort of prank board, right?

"Here's your tea," your friend says, handing you a warm, steaming mug.

"Thank you," you say and take a sup. It tastes slightly bitter, but the warmth calms your nerves. "So, how did you rig that Ouija Board to move on its own?"

"I didn't do anything," your friend says, but they sound distant as if they aren't sitting right next to you. In fact, you notice the edges of your vision starting to blur.

"But the board... it said not the trust... to t-t-tru–" You realize too late that your tea was poisoned, and the Ouija board was right to tell you to not trust your friend. The world grows dark around you, and the last thing you see before blacking out is your friend's evil smile.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The end**.**

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