I never thought my student days in Sheffield would be marked by something so chilling, so utterly inexplicable, that it would haunt me for years. It all began with three mates, cheap lager, and the kind of laughter that only comes from being young and free—until a night when a Ouija board changed everything. What followed tore at the fabric of our friendship and forced us to question what we truly believed about life, death, and the secrets we keep from ourselves.