Spellbound ◆ ParkJimin

One - Ghost Hunting

Before we start, let me get one thing straight: I don't believe in magic.

Never have, never will.

There's a logical explanation for literally everything. And if it's logical, it can't be magic.

Magic simply describes the things we don't understand, and like hell I will admit that I don't understand something.

That's been my philosophy my entire life now. Really. If someone went up to me and asked me "Hey, what would you want to be the first thing a stranger learns about you?" I would answer with "That I don't believe in magic!"

Think about it what you will. Tell me I'm boring, tell me I don't have any fantasy. It won't change my mind.

So, I'm sure you can imagine how utterly stupid I felt when I entered that dumb fucking bathroom. Idiotic, really.

It was in the middle of my physics class - no one would miss me anyways - golden light of early summer days falling through the yellow tarnished school windows and the only sounds in the entire older school wing were the clacking of my freshly polished black Mary Janes - the ones fitting to my school uniform that we aren't actually obliged to wear,  because everyone hates how uncomfortable these shoes are.

My fists were clenched at my sides, face directed to the floor as if I was trying to escape mocking glares, even though I knew I wouldn't meet anyone in the old wing at a time like this.

I was walking quickly, sounds of my idiotically neat shoes menacing in their pace - if this part of the school wasn't empty right now a teacher would've jumped out of a classroom to tell me not to run in the corridors.

When I reached the very end of the hallway I turned right, decidedly pushing open the door with the label "girl's bathroom", just to immediately slow down.

"This is stupid." I exclaimed out loud, turning towards one of the mirrors on one side of the room, from where my very grumpy reflection scowled at me.

"Stupid." I repeated for emphasis.

It was all stupid Song Yuqi's fault, with her charming little smiles and audacious mouthiness that she could only allow herself because she's cute. If I were to gossip as dirty as her I would've been squeezed into a locker long ago. But when Yuqi does it it actually seems endearing.

Or so I thought until her blabbering had me do whatever stupid bullshit I was about to do.

I splashed a few droplets of cold water into my face, before reluctantly turning around towards the toilet stall in the very back of the room. 

It was comically darker than the others, hidden from the sun in it's little corner - no wonder students had started to make up rumors about it. It straight out invited for it.

Feeling dumb, I took out my phone, switching on the camera before directing it onto the dark stall, inhaling quietly. One video. Nothing else.

"Jimin-unnie, Jimin-unnie!" I singsonged, camera steadily held towards the closed door.

And as expected nothing happened. The toilet remained toilet and I was just a stupid school girl trying to summon a ghost who doesn't exist.

- or so I thought, so I hope you understand why I literally dropped my damn phone when a set of lithe, pale fingers curled around the blue painted door of the stall, slightly pushing it open - just to reveal a pair of gleaming, large eyes that where slightly crinkled upwards, into a straight-out demonic smile of the boy peeking from the shadows.

A boyish, bone-chilling giggle echoed together with the crash of my phone landing on the dirty tiles, screen splitting apart while these paper-white fingers pushed the door open further and further.