OUR OWN ENDING [KimChay Stories Compilation]

GHOST OF YOU

"There is no wrong or right timing in love. The right person is timeless; because we will make time to let them into our lives."

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Kimhan doesn't believe in ghosts. He doesn't believe in such stories. He kept hearing these stories from his workers at his own studio. Yet, he never believed them. To see is to believe anyway.

It is said that there's a voice singing every midnight at Wik's studio. They said it was creepy. Hence, no one wants to spend a night at the studio. That's why workers always leave before the clock strikes 12.

"Have you heard of it, Wik? The voice that sings every midnight?" One of his workers asked him one night at the studio. It was late night again. Kim needs to finish another song to meet his deadline. He was extremely tired and he was out of ideas of songs to write. It's making his head ache.

Kim sighed in exhaustion, "No, Lisa. I haven't heard this voice you guys kept talking about. It was probably not real." he said.

Lisa gaped at him, "It is real, Wik. Everyone has heard of it. It always gives me chills every time I hear it. Just the thought of that voice made me shiver." she said and shivered.

"Are you telling me that my studio is haunted?" Kim asked. He can't believe he was actually asking this question.

"Yes, Wik. This studio of yours is definitely haunted," she claimed. "How come you never heard of it? You are always here up until morning. You basically live here, Wik."

Kim chuckled, "Because it's not real, Lisa. I kept telling you that." he answered. He is getting tired of this ghost thing. "And I am pretty sure that a ghost can't sing," he added.

Lisa shook his head in disagreement, "No. It is real. I am sure of it. The ghost is perhaps afraid of you. You look scarier than a ghost." she claimed. Kim rolled his eyes. Was that an insult or a compliment? Lisa looked at her watch and gasped softly, "That being said. I will be leaving now. I don't want to spend a night here. Bye, Wik." she said and left.

Kim just nodded once to acknowledge her farewell. He looked at the clock. 10:30 PM. For him, it's still early. More time for him to write a song. He needs a couple more songs to finish his album, but he's running out of songs to write. He needs inspiration. Where is he supposed to find inspiration at this time of night?

Perhaps he was just tired and burned out. He's been working non-stop for almost 3 days. Barely eat. Barely sleep. His mind is barely functioning. He needs a shut-eye, that's for sure.

Kim stood from his chair and walked towards the sofa. He stretched his back because of its stiffness. He definitely needs a rest. Maybe for a few minutes, just to freshen up his mind. He lay on the sofa and made himself comfortable. He immediately felt sleepy. After a few more minutes, he's already in a deep slumber.

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Kim jolted awake from his sleep as a singing voice disturbed his deep sleep. He tried to go back to sleep but to no avail. The voice kept entering his ears. He groaned in frustration. Now that he is having a good rest, someone will disturb him. Seriously? Kim glanced at the clock.

12 AM.

It's midnight already? How long was he out? And who the hell is that damn voice? Groaning again, Kim got up from the sofa. He rubbed an eye as he looked around the studio. The room is empty. He stilled and furrowed his eyebrow. What's happening?

The voice is still singing. Perhaps, this was the singing ghost that everyone was talking about. However, it is not creepy as everyone said it was. It is... It is soothing. It does give you shivers, but not in a bad way. It makes Kim feel giddy on the inside.