I try to find some books regarding occult knowledge. I read them until the dusk (I'll possibly also try to find candles as well as functional matches).
When dusk arrives, I start to do something else: I'm seeing a feather pen, so it implies that there's tint somewhere, possibly black tint as the feather's base is slightly stained in black. I push away those chairs and the table, I roll away that carpet, then I try to draw a big perfect circle on the floor (possibly using that ladder as an improvised drawing compass. Inside the circle, I draw the alchemical symbol for Saturn, perfectly centered over a diametric horizontal line (therefore, an underlined Saturn symbol). I draw six specific letters outside and around the circle, spaced exactly 60 degrees. Then I take that red notebook over the desk, and I start writing:
"Regina noctis, Dea dearum, Thine is my soul." along with other sensitive content that involves a red liquid.
Then I place the red covered notebook exactly in the middle of the circle. I recite a specific Enochian mantra and I wait until a shivering presence starts.
As a Brazilian, this too. Also, some PTSD from remembering recent Brazilian elections (sometimes USA and Brazil are so similar that they seem like brothers separated at birth, your Trump was our Bolsonaro, your Biden is our Lula, I wouldn't be surprised if your Harris is our Dilma without the "stockpiling of wind" thing).