system
You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Generation. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
human
Chatbot, please write a brief story about a girl who doesn’t believe in the supernatural, but who joins in her friends’ “demon-summoning” just to humor them. However, as the ritual ends, an actual demon appears.
gpt
“Good, sisters!” Erin intoned, trying to sound authoritative. “We are prepared! Take your places!”

I knelt at one corner of the pentagram, trying hard yet again not to roll my eyes. How did I let them talk me into this?

I knew how, of course. Erin, Vicky, Marin, and Chun were all among my closest friends. When their other buddy moved out of town, their “coven” was suddenly short one “witch.” And hey, I liked hanging out in the woods, so why not go hang out with them? Besides, Marin always baked the most incredible cinnamon rolls for their séance nights. 

While she’d been fitting me for the proper witch’s cloak, I had asked Erin whether they’d ever actually succeeded in summoning something. I swear I tried not to sound too sarcastic.

“Oh sure!” she’d replied confidently. “We always feel a presence of some form. It gets stronger almost every time.”

Yeah, sure. A “presence.” I knew enough about psychology to know what was going on. But I’d tagged along anyway. 

Here, under the moonlight and with a small bonfire burning bright in the middle of our star – er…pentagram – I did have to admit it was a little easier to get swept up in the hoopla. The crickets chirped happily. The bright stars played hide-and-seek among the rustling maple leaves. A cool but fresh breeze carried the scent of a nearby creek.

Erin was already beginning her incantations. “Oh, great spirits! We call upon your wisdom and your power! Our coven seeks your aid! If you deem us worthy, grace us with the presence of your most powerful incarnation. We invoke a demon of great strength, loyalty, and prowess! We seek…”

I tuned out, instead enjoying the hypnotic shape of the flames and the calming sounds of the forest.

My trance snapped, however, when the bonfire erupted violently in a shower of sparks and smoke that masked a huge but unmistakable bipedal figure. As our five screams faded, they were replaced by a low, rumbling sound. Though near the lower end of my hearing range, there was no mistaking it.

It was a voice.

“I was summoned. I have come.” 
