Oh my Ghost [YiZhan FF]

Chapter 7 - I felt pursued

A/N: Here we go further... I was almost done with the chapter. That's why it went so fast with the update now. Actually, I wanted to upload the two together.

But Youn stopped me. He somehow calmed me down again and we continued our tour. We looked at the children's rooms. They were simply furnished. A bed, a table, a closet and a few toys here and there. Next came the guest rooms and as I was about to open the door to one of them, I heard someone whisper in my ear, "Well, I wouldn't go in there."

I immediately flinched and looked around. But there was no one else to be seen except Youn and K. And the two of them were standing at one of the windows, taking pictures of the view outside.

After careful consideration, I refrained from opening the door to the guest room. But that didn't mean someone else didn't. In that case, Youn, who was dying to know what it looked like. And what did he find? An empty room with a huge dark brown stain on one wall. The splatter coming from that stain reminded me of a picture I once saw of a crime scene.

Someone had shot a man in the head at close range. Blood and brains splattered on the wall. And that's what it looked like there in that guest room. "Did they kill someone here?" K asked me.

"How should I know? I'm sure they didn't tell just anyone then." I replied.

"That's what it looks like. Maybe they panicked that someone would find out what they did and ran away."

"I don't know K." I replied and left the guest room.

While the others had already finished their tour of the house and were taking more pictures outside, Youn, K. and I went to look at the remaining rooms. But they were all empty so far. Apparently, only the rooms that had been used were furnished. I guess they didn't expect to get any guests.

The attic had not been accessible for us because of the dilapidated wooden floor. But we could see that they used it as a kind of studio. There were several paintings there and an easel. In addition, on a box were still in a jar, brushes and next to it were several tubes of paint. However, one could not look further.

We finally went back downstairs where we saw someone from the others who was looking at a porcelain figurine and wanted to take it. We reminded him that we never take anything from the places we look. I said, "We don't break anything and we don't take anything. So put that back in its place!"

The guy put the figure back and I heard another soft whisper, "What about me? You can take me with you though." I hastily wheeled around. But there was just no one there! However, there was a mirror hanging in the hallway and I looked in. And there I saw again this smiling young man. He was standing right next to me and when he put his hand on my shoulder, I could feel it.

Well, at least it felt like it. I suspected that it was just imaginary because I could see the action of it in the mirror. In the end, I probably didn't feel more than a slight breeze.

I was so startled that I just stood there motionless, staring into the mirror, until Youn pulled the sleeve of my jacket and asked me what was wrong with me. I shook my head and claimed it was nothing. He wouldn't have believed me anyway. After all, he didn't believe what happened to us in the hospital on the hill.

I remembered only too well how Youn congratulated me on our great "tricks" and said that it looked really believable. When I tried to explain to him that we didn't work with tricks, he laughed and said that he understood that I wasn't allowed to tell him anything.

Even when I showed him some of the original footage from that night, he didn't believe me. He said we did a good job and prepared and staged everything well in advance so that all the effects would be triggered one after the other. It was as if we had used timed detonators and were just waiting for the first bomb to go off.