What Have You Done

Dude, you’re playing with things you don’t have any knowledge of. I’m not getting involved man; I told you this would all backfire on you if you played with these dark rituals. This is not for me I’m staying out of it. You’ve opened a portal to something very dark and sinister, and I want nothing to do with it. I know you want me to help, but no way. This is bad mojo.

I told you to stay away from these ancient rituals. You didn’t listen to me and now you need my help to bail you out of this situation. I told you I wanted no involvement in this, none at all. You didn’t listen to me whatsoever. I said be careful you must really study over the ancient tablets and read the ancient texts before you do even consider acting on these rituals. You just decided to fly by the seat of your pants and not heed my warning.

Now we’re sitting here in the middle of the night with this glowing tablet with ancient text all over it and a strange sound emanating from it and you want me to help you out. I can’t do it my friend. You’ve done this to yourself and no one else.

Now look where we are. The consequences of your actions are unfolding, and no one can predict what’s going to happen next. You can’t just mess with forces you don’t understand and expect everything to turn out fine. I warned you, but you ignored every bit of advice I gave.

Looking at the tablet now, its symbols pulse with an eerie light that seems almost alive. The air feels heavy, charged with energy I can’t explain, and every instinct is telling me to get out while I still can. I warned you that meddling with forces beyond our understanding would end badly, but you didn’t want to hear it.

The sounds coming from the glowing tablet are getting louder and I’m starting to hear incoherent voices coming from the tablet. My heart races as the voices grow more intense, their whispers twisting into words I almost recognize but can't fully understand. Shadows seem to flicker around the edges of the room, moving in tune with the pulsating glow of the tablet. I feel as though something ancient and powerful is reaching out, trying to breach the barrier between worlds, and every fiber of my being is screaming to run.

I told you that I wouldn’t get involved as I didn’t want anything to do with whole situation. Now it looks like I’m going to have to get involved. I warned and begged you not to put me into this situation, but you did and now I have to see if I can do anything before it’s too late.

But as the voice’s crescendo, I realize I can’t simply sit back and do nothing. Against my better judgment, I reach towards the tablet, my hand trembling with fear and uncertainty. The very air seems to resist my movement, crackling with a force that feels both repellent and magnetic, drawing me deeper into the unknown.

I hear the sounds of crackling and buzzing from the tablet glowing in bright neon the light beginning to get brighter with every second that I look at it. The intensity of the light soon becomes overwhelming, flooding the room in an unnatural glow that distorts the familiar shapes around me. My breath catches as a chill runs down my spine, and I realize that crossing this threshold may have consequences neither of us can foresee. Still, something compels me forward, an unspoken urge to confront whatever presence now lingers at the edge of our reality.

You keep looking at the text written on the tablet looking more dazed and confused now. Slowly I look towards you seeing that you appear to be mesmerized by the neon glow of the tablet.

I call out your name, trying to break the trance, but you don't react. The neon light seems to have wrapped around your mind, pulling you further away. The voices from the tablet intensify, echoing in the small room and vibrating in my chest. I feel a surge of dread, knowing that whatever has gripped you is growing stronger, and time to intervene may be running out.

Desperation takes over as I frantically search for anything in ancient texts that might reverse what's happening. My mind races, recalling obscure passages and fragmented warnings, but the words are slippery, just out of reach. Sweat beads on my forehead as I flip through the brittle pages, hoping to find an incantation or symbol that might break the tablet’s hold on you. Each second feels like an eternity, the pressure mounting as the room pulses with unnatural energy. I know if I don't act soon, whatever force we've unleashed may claim us both.

A distinct voice can be heard emanating from the tablet. The voice draws our attention and begins to become more coherent and understandable. With trembling hands, I trace the outline of a symbol I vaguely remember from one of the old manuscripts, hoping that instinct alone will guide me. The room’s glow flickers, shadows recoiling for a heartbeat as my voice barely manages to form the ancient words. The air thickens and vibrates with a force that feels like it’s answering back, the boundaries between what’s real and what’s nightmare beginning to blur. For a moment, I sense something stir within you—a brief flicker of recognition in your eyes—before the pull of the tablet intensifies, wrenching you away again. Time is slipping through my fingers, and I know that whatever happens next will decide both our fates.

Finally the voice coming from the tablet speaks clearly and distinctly. Does that complete your order? The voice asks. Looking at one another we say yes. The voice then states that’ll be $19.85 please drive around to the first window.

For a moment, the surreal tension in the room cracks, replaced by utter bewilderment at the absurdity of the situation. The ominous energy dissipates as the voice from the tablet delivers its unexpected request, leaving us stunned and questioning if any of what just transpired was even real. Laughter bubbles up, uneasy at first, then genuine, as the supernatural horror transforms—at least briefly—into something bizarrely ordinary.