PART 5

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Jeon Jungkook.....

Words can't describe how petrified i was. Of course i was a paranormal enthusiast. But that doesn't mean I'll say 'Hey, wassup!?' to a freaking ghost that is standing right in front of me in my own bedroom.

I was unable to move an inch. I could feel the sweat beads forming on my forehead. My room filled with an eerie silence. Sensing my panic, the ghost in my room decided to break the ice.

'Hey, dont worry.... I won't and can never hurt you... ' he offered me genuine smile.

His voice.... Its seemed so magical.... And so familiar....

I let out a breathe which i didnt know i was holding till now. Seeing me relax a bit he started approaching me in a very slow pace.

'You know who i am.... '

I nodded.

'Aren't you curious to know what happened that day? ' he asked me.

I nodded my head unable to form any proper words to which he shook his head.

'No... I want you to be comfortable with me. I know being social with a ghost may sound wierd. But i wont harm you in anyway. Please trust me... ' he said with a lot of concern.

I felt my whole body relax. I dont know why but i felt a sort of connection with him and easily felt comfortable in the warmth he spread.

I took a deep breathe and said ' Yes, i need to know what actually happened that night'.

He chuckled and sat on my bed.
'Come, take a seat. You dont wanna stand there the whole time , now, do you?

I slowly went and sat on the bed, keeping a good distance from him.

He chuckled but all of a sudden his expression changed to something that i was not able to catch. Sorrow, grief....
Guilt!?

He started recollecting his memories of the horrible night.

'After i completed writing my diary with a smile on my face i heard my father yelling at someone from the foyer.... '

Flashback

I quickly rushed down the stairs to check out what was happening. My father was a person of high tolerance and didn't get angry so fast. So someone must have really pissed him off for him to yell at this rate. When i reached downstairs i saw my mom, dad and the person who i despised the most in my life.... My father's brother..

He is my dad's stepbrother, a year older than him. So according to him he was the legitimate owner to all my grandfather's properties. But most of them were handed to my dad since he was more brilliant and also his biological son.

This really angered my uncle and he has not let my family live in peace ever since. He always bothers dad for money and my father, who loved his brother a lot, gave him whatever he wanted. But this time things went far beyond the limit.

'No. You are crossing the line. Our father trusted me with this property, which is the result of his blood and sweat. I have given you whatever you wanted but all you have done is destroy our father's dignity', my father said.

'My dear brother, this is the last time I'll ask something from you. After this we can all live in peace. Just write the property in my name and we can all stay here together. And this property is my right since I'm the oldest among us', my uncle chuckled but none of us failed to notice the evilness in his eyes.

'Never. There is no way im handing this property to you. This is mine and will remain as such. After my time, this will belong to my son', my dad stated with much authority in his voice. He looked at me and i nodded in agreement.

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