深夜的房間，燭光搖曳，幾個人圍坐桌前，指尖輕觸碟子，試圖與另一個世界對話。沒有人知道，一旦開始，有些東西就不會輕易離開。In a dimly lit room at midnight, a group gathers around a table, fingertips resting on a small plate, attempting to reach beyond the living world. What they do not realize is that once the ritual begins, something may answer—and refuse to leave.
中文
那是一個悶熱的夏夜，窗外沒有風，只有遠處偶爾傳來的車聲像幽靈一樣掠過。阿哲提議玩碟仙時，大家原本只是當作一個消遣，笑著說試試無妨，反正也只是傳說。於是他們把桌子搬到房間中央，鋪上白紙，在上面寫下數字與「是」「否」，再將一個舊瓷碟倒扣在紙中央。燭光一點起來，氣氛便開始變得不同，像是有什麼東西悄悄靠近。四個人圍坐，指尖輕輕放在碟子邊緣，阿哲低聲說：「碟仙碟仙請出來。」最初什麼都沒有發生，大家還忍不住笑了幾聲，覺得不過如此，但就在他們準備放棄時，碟子忽然動了一下。那種感覺不是誰在推，而是整個碟子自己滑動，緩慢卻堅定地移向「是」。笑聲瞬間消失，取而代之的是一種難以言喻的寒意。阿敏的手開始發抖，她低聲問：「是誰來了？」碟子慢慢移動，拼出一個名字，但那名字卻沒有人認識。阿哲皺眉，又問：「你想做什麼？」碟子停了一會兒，然後迅速滑向「陪」。這個字讓所有人心裡一沉。氣氛變得越來越壓抑，燭火忽明忽暗，像是被看不見的氣息吹動。阿強突然說他不想玩了，想把手拿開，但就在他稍微鬆開指尖的一瞬間，碟子猛然一震，重重撞在紙邊，發出刺耳聲響，像是在警告他們不要中途離開。阿哲強作鎮定，說一定要正式送走，於是再次開口：「碟仙碟仙，請回去。」碟子卻沒有回到原位，而是開始在紙上快速滑動，速度越來越快，幾乎讓人跟不上。阿敏忍不住哭了出來，她說自己感覺背後有人站著，卻不敢回頭。房間的溫度忽然下降，窗戶明明緊閉，卻傳來輕微的敲擊聲，像有人在外面。就在他們幾乎崩潰的時候，碟子突然停住，停在「否」上。那一刻，所有人都明白了一件事——它不打算離開。阿哲猛地把手抽開，其他人也跟著鬆手，碟子卻自己滑動了一小段距離，然後停下，像是在看著他們。燭火瞬間熄滅，房間陷入黑暗，只剩下急促的呼吸聲。有人衝去開燈，但燈閃了幾下才亮起，而當光再次填滿房間時，桌上的白紙已經被劃得凌亂不堪，中央多了一行歪斜的字——「你們已經陪我了」。從那晚之後，四個人再也沒有聯絡，阿敏說她每晚都聽見有人在床邊低聲呼喚她的名字，阿強則在幾週後搬離了那間房子，留下的只是關不上的門與夜裡偶爾傳出的腳步聲。而阿哲，再也沒有提起那一晚，因為他知道，那場遊戲從來沒有真正結束。
English Version
It was a heavy summer night, the kind where the air sits still and every distant sound feels closer than it should. When Jason suggested playing with the spirit board, everyone laughed it off at first, treating it like a harmless thrill. They set up a table in the center of the room, laid out a sheet of paper marked with numbers and simple answers, and placed an inverted plate at the center. Once the candles were lit, something shifted—subtle, but undeniable. Four of them sat around the table, fingertips barely touching the plate. Jason spoke softly, calling out into the unseen. At first, nothing happened, and the tension broke into quiet laughter. But just as they were about to stop, the plate moved. Not pushed, not nudged—it glided on its own, slow and deliberate, landing on “yes.” The room fell silent. Emily’s voice trembled as she asked who had come. The plate spelled out a name none of them recognized. A chill spread through the room. Jason tried to stay calm and asked what it wanted. The plate paused, then slid sharply to form a single word: “stay.” That one word drained the warmth from the room. The candle flames flickered wildly, though no wind could be felt. Mark muttered that he wanted to stop, lifting his fingers slightly, but the plate jolted violently, slamming against the edge as if warning him not to leave. Jason insisted they had to close the ritual properly, calling out for the spirit to go. Instead, the plate began moving faster, tracing chaotic paths across the paper, its speed unnatural, almost frantic. Emily started crying, whispering that she could feel someone standing behind her, breathing softly. The temperature dropped, and a faint tapping came from the window, though it was tightly shut. Panic spread among them, tightening their chests. Then, suddenly, the plate stopped—on “no.” In that instant, they understood: whatever had come was not leaving. Jason pulled his hand away, the others following, but the plate moved again, just slightly, as if reacting to them, before going still. The candles went out all at once, plunging the room into darkness. Someone scrambled for the light switch; it flickered before finally illuminating the room. When they looked back at the table, the paper was scratched and torn with erratic marks, and in the center, a crooked sentence had appeared: “You are already with me.” After that night, they drifted apart without explanation. Emily claimed she heard whispers calling her name every night. Mark moved out within weeks, leaving behind a space no one wanted to enter. As for Jason, he never spoke of it again—because deep down, he knew the game had never truly ended.
