Bro imagine you decided to mess around with a ouija board just to see what would happen, not expecting anything at all, but as soon as you set it up the planchette starts moving like crazy. Not pointing to any letters that make sense, it's jumbled. As it turns out, there are several ghosts and they've all been waiting for a chance to talk to you
Reader unknowingly has a harem of monsters and ghosts who've been haunting them for years. They've been utterly oblivious to the paranormal stalking and equally uninterested in the occult.
Until they stumble upon an ouija board and decide to give it a try, out of pure amusement and nothing else. The outcome, of course, leaves them terrified and speechless. The planchette spins and turns and scratches ferociously against the board.
"Alright, gentlemen, we need some order in here," one of the ghoulish entities announces with bureaucratic monotony. "We won't get our message across if everyone uses it at once."
Consequently, a large queue forms before you as each unholy being takes its turn confessing its everlasting feelings.
"Listen," you say, impatiently, "it's the sixth time you're asking me to marry you. I've gotten the point by now."
The planchette moves.
It wasn't me. I waited for my turn.
"Your turn?" you stare at the empty space ahead. Darkness, and nothing else, yet your face slowly drains of color.
"How many of you are out there?"
