From Skeptical to Believer

This story is about a living nightmare my brother Lucas told me he

had lived with his friends as fifteen-year-olds. It was a summer in
common neighborhood of Juana Koslay where my family lived. Lucas
and his friends had been playing all day long. Earlier that morning they
had met and had had lunch. Several hours had passed since they
decided to play football till one of them came up with a novelty: the cup’s
game. Since it was a spiritual thing, they and people in general did not
know much about it which made it quite popular at that time. They made
their minds into it without much analysis.
All of them were excited with the idea of playing a new game, but
some minutes later they thought it thoroughly. Some of them shared
creepy stories they had heard about the game, and none of them was a
good one. In fact, there were a few worries already. “Do not be childish”,
said my brother, “it will be awesome!”. To have fun was the aim, so they
invited more friends so as not be afraid of what could happen to a few.
Gonzalo, the oldest of the crew, offered his home because his parents
had gone camping for the weekend. After they got every required
material, they gathered at Gonzalo’s at midnight and simultaneously
began to cut square papers where the alphabet would be written.
Everything had been set, so they all put a finger on the cup. They
followed the steps to invoke a spirit. “We have summoned you here, are
we in presence of a good or a bad spirit?”, asked Lucas. On the table the
cup zigzaged, and everyone repeated the letters that had been touched:
A-B-A-D-O-N-E. Every single face turned rigid and pale, but Lucas let
out a guffaw. Because they thought Lucas was leading the course of the
cup, the others got mad, but he swore he was not doing it. The argument
did not cease until they realised they had stopped touching the cup.
When the whole crew looked at it, it was moving on its own.
Everybody screamed, whined, and sobbed. Given the fact that my
brother was the one who had encouraged the whole situation, he felt he
had to do something: he grabbed the cup and smashed it against the
floor. “What have you done?!”, Gonzalo wailed, “now the spirit will stay
here forever”. The crew remained in silence till some decorations and
frames started falling from the fitment and the walls. This shocked the
teenagers; immediately, they ran to the front door to find out it did not
open, even though it was unlocked. They tried to call their parents by
cellphone, but all batteries were dead. Invaded by a feeling of
desolation, they watched a ray of sunrise illuminating Lucas’ forehead.
Without hope, Gonzalo pulled the handle, and it finally opened. All of
them went to their own homes in the wake of a horrible night.
Due to my brother’s skepticism, he ended up traumatized. On his
way to our home he remembered a rumour he had not shared with his
friends. “If someone breaks the cup, that one will be chase by the spirit.”
He had not told that to anyone because no one would want to play the
game. This scared him, but he thought he was overthinking the situation
for the stress he just had gone through. “Eventually, I will forget all of it”,
he concluded. For a month in a row, Lucas felt someone sitting at the
end of the bed next to his feet.