“Place coffee beans on the edges of the pentagram.” My best friend, Richard, read from the book we had gotten at the yard sale.
“Chant ‘hype’ thirteen times.”
I nodded, and began to chant.
Smoke formed in the center of the pentagram and a tall figure, with flames instead of hair materialized. I assumed it was the demon, though for all the experience I had with all things demonic, it could just as easily be the soul of a pizza delivery man.
“Can you let me out?”
I looked around cautiously, “are you going to do my homework.”
It paused, considering, “I can’t if I’m in here.”
I sighed and kicked the silly string we had used to make the pentagram while Richard shook his head, made frantic hand motions, and squealed “No, No, No!”
“That was a really bad move you know.” It said with a grin.
Richard looked at me in horror and began to slip...
I discovered it several years ago when my sister and I were lost in the woods around our lake: a small stream running through the woods in an area that, now that i think back on it, was probably in my neighbor's yard. It was small and sandy, filled with small pebbles, dirt, and leaves. I decided to stake my claim on it and call it Riverise, based on a heavenly location in one of my favorite book series because it was a pristine body of water.