He knew that timing was everything.
The small figurine sat where he had positioned it. It rested there, unmoving. The timing had to be perfectly accurate. The dark powers that waited to do his bidding would only enter into his world momentarily at exactly midnight. He watched as the minute hand jumped towards the twelve, minute by minute. As it approached the point with only a minute to go, he positioned himself. He raised his arm, and with his newly acquired ring on his finger, while holding his breath, he pointed at the thing.
The moment the minute hand became vertical, in the softest whisper, he spoke the incantation that he alone was privy to.
It didn’t move.
The figurine remained motionless.
With a sigh of disappointment, the youngster switched off the bedside light and was soon fast asleep.