Experience is the best teacher

It was weird how just suddenly my seniors had told us to head back to our room. It was only seven in the evening and we had not eaten our supper yet. Without declining their instruction, my friend and I walked back to our room with a lot of questions in our heads. Known as troublemakers at the camp, we had the feeling that something uncanny was about to happen.
As I opened the door, I was startled to find darkness occupying our room as candles were lit on every corner of the room. A cold breeze from an opened window dashed passed my skin sending shivers down my spine as I took my first step into the room. Paused, standing by the door, curiosity filled my thoughts. What was happening? I pondered. I grabbed Josh’s hand and told him to check the room as I walked cowardly behind him. I was overwhelmed with fear.
Walking towards the living room, I saw my seniors sitting in a circle with a lit candle in the middle. From that moment I knew they were playing a game. A game I would never thought of playing before. A Ouji board and a coin laid on the floor answered it all. “Join us”, one of them said to me and Josh as they let us squeezed ourselves for some space among them in the formed circle. Josh was excited, myself on the other hand was not absolutely thrilled. “This is not a good idea”, I whispered to Josh. “Quit being a chicken” he replied. “Let the game begin!” Josh said with undue excitement. As we placed our finger on the coin, I knew it was a bad idea but turning back was not an option anymore. “Remember guys, our fingers are now on the coin. No one leaves until the terms of the spirit is fulfilled.” said one of our seniors. The longer we played, intensity jam-packed the room. I could almost hear Josh’s heartbeat as I sat close to him. Fifteen minutes into the game, one of the seniors, Ilyas’s finger started to shake. He began to shiver as if he were in the North Pole. Suddenly, his eyes rolled up, a pool of sliver drenched down his lips as he fell to the